“Blurred [Staff] Lines” by Rachel Erani

There I was
elbows pointing
hips swaying from side to side
legs shifting my body weight from one to the other
the corners of my mouth curling up in a guilt-laden smirk

It felt good

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“Traumnovelle” by Anson Clark

I almost felt like some provocateur,
Swirling the cream around the dirge coffee.
The chocolate sprinkles, soldiers of my imagination.
My life, that of an Austrian sankt;
Meaning something, like the death of that man
On the cross meant something.
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