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..., or a ringmaster will whisk him away, teach him to blow fire rings for lions to leap through. The question is who won’t stake a claim? Who won’t drive a fanning flag into my father’s gut, and wait, camera-eyed, for timely reporters? Who won’t forget that here, coal is a type of savior...

... for it. A longbow can be had for fourteen dollars at the flea market in Carlisle but it won’t fire. And a bear that won’t eat at the state fair. Love without blossom everywhere. Some man has fallen in the mud and the history of that is clear. Raised up to one arm fell again...

... like origami swans, pressed against pages,       smothered between voices,       between tongues, behind       teeth. Mama says she won’t go back to him, to his pink ginger skin that savored of bitterness but still, cleansed her palette so well...

...Nick Lantz © 2014 Nick Lantz 2014 Nick Lantz Natasha Oh darlink, oh darlink, won’t you give up moose and squirrel business? I am in kitchen sharpenink knives, I am in bedroom sharpenink myself, but you sit on couch, you watch on TV moose pull America out of hat...

... can’t afford opening your eyes except once the dark creeps up blends you soft & safe & human tonight they won’t arrest you for impersonation the white hot lights are a storm but night comes calmly night writes fan letters to Kim Novak you dye your hair white hot blonde but it comes out brass...

...? Enok is at my shoulder. His lead is tight. He is stronger than me. He is younger than me. I won’t pretend that I don’t know this. I don’t belong where I am. Not anymore. You are frightening the others. His voice rumbles. You must main- tain your grip on the world. I say nothing. You...

... and he won’t be able to think straight when all the ones that’s been reporting you being with Cleo start telling him about the rumors you’re spreading. When you go in to give him your weekly report you’ll act like noth- ing’s wrong and let him stew in his juice. The next week after that you’ll...

... of water and soda cans like boredom. They roll the bits of string from their cut-off shorts against their thighs, balls of lint under their fingernails. Now and then one of their prepaid cell phones rings, but if it’s not that boy, they don’t answer since their mothers won’t buy another refill card...

... that looks like a small rotting artichoke, I glimpse a stripe of silver. I reach for it and find it’s a fishing lure. The hook is shaped like a miniature three-pronged anchor, and I run my fingers care- fully over the sharp barbs that catch in the flesh and won’t let go. The hook is suspended from...

... cracked rear window he's afraid will break into factories. I won't lay an aluminum oath over my heart. Pitiful it is to receive certainty like a gift, and I will not clutch an idolized identity if it means betraying my violent, avant-garde birth. If I must babysit the hours in search for the present...

... and strong unmoving always laughing in the wind never a loud voice or a slap two horses hid in the trees stand still long strands of hair blow out in the breeze like branches father does not come here instead he yells from the garden they won’t...

... alone with the ocean does not make a siren. Here, memory. I won’t stroke your neck’s salty ring or capsize you sans indulgence. I admit I’d rather drag you    net-caught fish. minnesota review 87 (2016) DOI 10.1215/00265667-3630820  © 2016 Allison Donohue...

.... In Varner, Arkansas, 2001 the kidnapper orders peach cobbler, Jolly Ranchers and birthday cake. He keeps his eyes turned away while he eats and won’t stop jiggling his knee. In Stark, Florida, March 2002 the murderer orders a dozen...

...Alex Chertok © 2017 Alex Chertok 2017 Alex Chertok Priapus Waking Up Hard So his parents won’t catch him pitching tent, young Priapus tiptoes past their bedroom to take his first piss, bent over the bowl, nursing the swelling from his dream’s black widow...

... one duck after another until they tumble out of the sky like a rain of feathered boots. Supply trucks show up with crates of fresh ammuni­ tion. When there are no more ducks left, I shoot all the owls, then all the flamingos and the bald eagles. My brother won’t eat any of the dead. He keeps...

... as a voice commands him. A headline won’t print that morning across his vision, telling him how to live. A luminous ampersand does not tattoo itself on his sternum, joining everything, spinning landscape that extends from...

... debt, makes minimum wage. Get a better job, get another job. Your kids won't remember the time they lost. Buy my book, but you can have it for free. Caller lives on disability payments. Don't step foot inside a restaurant unless you're working there. It's God's will for you to prosper. Like...

.... After I count to ten, you won’t remember anything I’ve said. minnesota review 83 (2014) DOI 10.1215/00265667-2781680  © 2014 Jason Bredle 59 © 2014 Jason Bredle 2014 ...

... worked submarine twenty years but slipped into the pig and we had to tap the heat anyway, or you can sure enough get black lung from working that coke oven but they won’t call it that pickle line cold roll five stand batch...

... of a field mouse, caught in the fence’s clasp, won’t fly to the brutal north that my mother watches over, waiting to disappear. Perhaps, they too fear the suck of a plane’s propellers. But my daughter is fire, not air. Not water. An element to be feared. I can drag...