Three Poems
by Emma Binder
We’ll wait in the truck stop parking lot...
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We’ll wait in the truck stop parking lot...
READ MOREIn half both ways...
READ MOREEarly in the twenty-first century, a disease spread all over the world...
READ MOREFirst is the house. It is large and wooden and there is smoke...
READ MOREAlong the far wall, a display of mannequin legs in athletic tights...
READ MOREthe drone operator flies along...
READ MORENorthstars litter the Multiverse...
READ MOREHazel and her mother climbed into the car, their laughter and perfumes mingling...
READ MOREThe word anxiety derives from the Latin angor, and the verb ango, meaning to constrict...
READ MOREIn the spring of 1977, when I was twenty-four, I flew from New York to vacation in Europe....
READ MOREI don’t totally remember my high school sex dream about Matthew Sweet because I’m not sure it contained actual sex...
READ MOREI wanted a book more than I wanted to get married...
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