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Poetry of Issue #5
 
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When Yes Is the Highest Jumping Off Point It was like the poet’s drunk sailor catching tigers in red weather *a man jumping from a 16-foot fence at the Bronx zoo into a tiger’s den and how some distances can’t be measured there are no instruments----- once in a ballet class the teacher asked us to turn away from a partner and fall backward into the belief he’ll catch us the distance grew with every second like a monstrous plant became more dangerous and like that night I said yes to him, kept telling myself to jump not think about what lies at the bottom of yes and one other time never said the word but held my breath on it and and fell right through…. my cat lies on my stomach purring in time to my pulse when he spots a bug across the room, and abruptly jumps off or it’s such a beautiful perfect weather day lying on some grassy place, and I catch myself falling into the sky, become the whole day before it turns an about face and there’s that relentless tiger luring me into red weather to try and catch him again the man who said he wasn’t trying to commit suicide but be one with the tiger was called crazy and lucky to have survived with only a few broken bones and puncture wounds
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Five Words
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