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SOFT APOCALYPSE
Winner of the 2021 Georgia Poetry Prize,
selected by Andrew Zawacki
EXCERPT
making brief incredible shapes
our hands
not keeping time keeping alternately
the oscilloscope pressed to the roof
of our mouths
their pink apprehensions
unmaking us making us
so possible I believe our lingering
here over and over
rubbing against somehow
what cold and sugarless happens
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