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The Disappearing Sonnet
“Cicadas, dirty oil, dogs, Venus, gloves/clouds, manholes, fled storms, black notes, harmonies/float indiscriminate as my head throbs/then disappear on the next wisp of breeze”
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Publisher's Note:
This work is preserved in Merion West’s archive of articles and poems published from 2016 through early 2025. Explore the archive