by Lauren Hilger
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only our hats remain
my face sky I am apple present
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there’s no ending you feel just marbles
loosed from the sky like weather
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you want me to stop
drinking like this to just
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throw my sombrero in the air with you
everyone’s pistol going off the pianist trying not to get shot
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I’m the only man here
who’s spent my montane time alone
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and Colorado had only its seizing
panic had only a return flight home
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I scream in bed
going through a god period
my third rail electric hot.
Lauren Hilger is an MFA candidate at Sarah Lawrence College. Her poems have been published in The Westchester Review, ASKEW, Schuylkill Valley Journal, Obsessed with Pipework, among other journals. She’s taught at University of Virginia’s Young Writers Workshop and is serving as the 2010-2011 Managing Editor of LUMINA, Sarah Lawrence College’s literary journal.
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