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Sarah M. Wells

Poetry

Jesus, Son of Gop

On the night he was supposed to be betrayed, Jesus strapped on a Glock under his cloak, just in case the breastplate of righteousness didn’t

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Poetry

Over Flyover Country

“Do not step out of this area.” —Words written on the wing the plane From this window seat sweet puffs of white disguise irregular quadrilaterals, webs of

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