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THE RECKLESS SLEEPER Christopher Cokinos inside a box a bald head a pillow eyes closed red duvet not a coffin not a bed inside a box churning wood above sky-dark-sort-of-blue moon hidden outside the box lighting cloud for measure what’s inside the box lit taper sad pigeon girly mirror black hat rotten bow girly apple beneath the box the day spent sorting prone quite inside the box perched where plunging is where dreaming’s not not bridge or net or floor or vault or earth or ship or room possessed of only and just because and made by stranger hands

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Permafrost Magazine Summer Issue, 36.2