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Knuckles, Midnight, and the Haven of an Empty Pool Jerrod Schwarz

Delilah dips her fist in the shallow end— slow punches a fallen oak blossom— and watches chlorine force the new scabs open, force brown clots red then pink then nothing. Inside, blood cakes the triangles of her broken plate; a square cut of lasagna cools at the other end of the table.

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The summer issue of Apeiron Review, a Philadelphia-based literary magazine, is ready for you and a glass of your favorite beverage. Cool off...

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The summer issue of Apeiron Review, a Philadelphia-based literary magazine, is ready for you and a glass of your favorite beverage. Cool off...