Shannon McKeehen Starved in public, I am the paper weight, waiting to move, your hand over me, under gravity's constant spell. Marjorie Jensen Inside this shell, there are many bomblets, mistaken for toys or food. I reach out, in hunger, losing pieces of myself. Shannon McKeehen I am artificial-insect in amber, a novelty trapped and adored. Marjorie Jensen I mix you, her- a concoction that will split like the apocalyptic atom. There are stages, they say, phases to outgrow. Over the traps that will detonate.
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