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ESSAY By APRIL YEE Tell me it will be enough. Tell me it will be enough to wipe away the spreading stain of blue. ENUMERATE By APRIL YEE The judge of my most missing secret / gifted me a tome by a man who’d died, / poems on being a man, being white, / being from our country’s seceding side.
My Blues
Courtroom Sonnets
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