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By Grace Tran

  1. Point of Divergence
    Point of Divergence
    By Iman Khan
In open touch of the candied vermouth
Lies glasses upon bottles of stale wine
Of where the gentleman lays his days' untruth
Fancies of trailing youths of such kind

Where bitter beer left in the afternoon
Dries pale sickness into men's foul breath
Festered like flies for morning's next prune
Until the wallowing of the moon's death

Their dry mouths fed by withering paper
Crumbling inside of their empty pockets
Married to intoxicating vapor
The men hollow their God-given lockets

When the light shatters the glassine facade
The gentlemen rises to his night's fraud