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Jennifer Hill-Kaucher
 

 

 
The air is blanched, an erased page with a slight fust
of mushroom. It is summer, so we've locked out heat,
followed the Romans with their blocks of ice and fans
to chill skin, stanch sweat. Our cubes hum from windows.
This world licked like frosting on an ice cream cake ­
stale beauty we've conditioned ourselves to breathe.

 


 

 

 

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