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quake
by Aimee Greenberg

geography speaks
something in you
pulls me
ice forming
plates shifting, only that
the earth groans
a woman sees herself
in a coffee shop
the crack in the glass
a fault in their hearts
her limp, longing arms
locked
around his neck
loveless
raggedy ann.