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Angela Just, Issue 32

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Julie King, Issue 30

Lyn Lifshin, Issue 19

Mary Lucina, Issue 26

Louis McKee, Issue 5

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Lisel Mueller, Issue 29

Alexis Orgera, Issue 35

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Len Roberts, Issue 2

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R. T. Smith, Issue 38

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Judith Valente, Issue 37

Charles Harper Webb, Issue 25

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J. D. Whitney, Issue 33

Bayla Winters, Issue 3

Lila Zeiger, Issue 4

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Lyn Lifshin
Issue 19 Winter, 1997

 

In The VA Hospital

You wouldn't believe
the jokes. We were
all glad to get
there and not in a
body bag. At least we
could sing and ogle
blondes, those of us
with eyes still, and
lips that could move.
I'd have been out
sooner than twelve
months if it wasn't
for the skin grafts.
Didn't feel funny
because nobody had
everything they'd
been born with.
Even the quadriplegics
would go on about girls.
Even in the copters
with blood filling
the cockpit, matting
hair, the first thing
those who could talk
whimpered or moaned
was "Hey, man do I
still have my balls?"

--Lyn Lifshin
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