| This Edition's Poetry |
IN A BASEMENT
On a dirty mattress
in a basement room
we veer
out of control
all night long
careening
clenching
wailing banshees
mingling moistures
sharing ropes and hopes
for deliverance
from the world of pain
that batters our
subterranean lust.
by Henry Sosnowski
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