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This is love

 

A repeated scarring. Sandpiper tracks across the chest. Keloids that lift from the pink puckering. Honey locust thorns biting thumbs. Jagged teeth of a key in a fraying pocket. What shoreline can it offer. Salt spray and dunes that come and go. Beauty. Even the grass stings.

 

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guest editor: Sara Biggs Chaney

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Lauren Gordon

Mary Buchinger

Sarah J. Sloat

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