Melissa R. Benham

                                        nothing visible in the soft
                                            border of orbit/divided/
                                       unlike fields slid out/strangering
                                       themselves with laws
                                                of hope

                        outside the window
                  the strung up
                        homing instincts

                  dangle disagreeably

                                     switch us into enemy
                                     circumstance
                                          trick us into the enemy
                                                          kitchen

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