Bernard Cohen



Traffic Calming

He pulls out to the wrong side that morning, doubleparked trucks tense him up so dangerous, meat-hooked carcasses, latched-open doors, chilled pink in him more than risk gritted in his teeth as he overtakes, still he drives heavily, wrestles left, …

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America

In Minneapolis the water tastes of chlorine, bleached out memories of old conflicts dissolving into themselves like ice-cubes. In Denver, the water carries occasional whiffs of ammonia, but who cares? Not me, I’m wearing a new suit like a nationality. …

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