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Wedding Party
The bride is luxury not a window or tower not paintbrushes indulgent: I had red hair and what sacred. To marry is twin and each pill hormones suspend In this city it rains even of fine hotels. She thought the skyline
Off at the Hinges Blue in this light, trees at the edge of the day. Will forgotten. If you're like her is off at the hinges and she thing else. Voice, bluster and she leans into. Not
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Nancy Kuhl's chapbook, In the Arbor, was winner of the Wick Poetry Chapbook Prize and was published by Kent State University Press. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Verse, Fence, Phoebe, Puerto del Sol, Cream City Review, The Journal, and other magazines. She is co-editor of Phylum Press, an independent publisher of innovative poetry. She is the Assistant Curator of the Yale Collection of American Literature at the Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library at Yale University.
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