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New York Echo
- Red Hen Press
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16 New York Echo No one but us and the wind down a long West Village block where streets twist oddly. In a darkened shop window, an empty wedding dress made of nails. You laughed. The bricks were not red enough— someone had painted them redder. A park surrounded by iron staves winked dimly. No noise but the shift of trash in the wind. Your laugh. October a starved dog, the hollow street, your fingers like bones. ...
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