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Aby Kaupang How tonight is language anything but tincture. punctured? Lovely too—the loner refurbishes some tangle in a loveseat. A river forced under returns. It wants to undrown. To iIntroduces its milkteeth. So invisible, the clay hours groan. When stillness slips to gift’s visage, a crash slithers, an estimated reach exhales. tounges and fiddleheads curling find fiddleheads tounges unfurling come The loner is an awful salesman. Actually, the condition of water prediluvian. Its heaving, drawn up. Leafing. Lonely waters. Suddenly flowing and wronged. Lovely, the respondent, you, are the lamb spilling out— Aby Kaupang’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Laurel Review, Matter, Verse, and Oregon East. A chapbook, Scenic Fences, was just listed as a finalist for the Laurel Review / Greentower Press Midwest Chapbook competition. Also, she has been twice nominated for AWP Intro Journals Project and once for the Academy of American Poets Prize. |
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