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K a t i e L o n g o f o n o
Like Teeth in a Row
I see soldiers everywhere. I know them
by their posture, self-awareness,
how they are being watched but pretend
not to notice. I almost stop to say
I made love to a soldier once, I know
what your hands are like, I've touched
those boots, that cheek. Every soldier
is the same until the clothes come off,
until the neck, the arms, the stubble
and silk lie still and exposed.
guest editor: Sara Biggs Chaney
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