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No Latin Term

 

I.

 

They scoured the map—

thinking their hands capable

 

of locating

all that was lost.

 

II.

 

Cryptic clues led

only to frayed oceans:

 

blue bodies ringed

with poisonous shrubs.

 

III.

 

All day they picked sumac

songs on their guitar

 

and at night the notes hummed

like flies against meat.




Rachel Morgenstern-Clarren