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Carla Sarett
heat, stones
On beds of hot
stones I feel warm
& in our bed
I was warmer
I imagined
forever. They
say heat can’t last.
They have no clue
how many years
it may have to.
Carla Sarett’s poems/essays have been nominated for the Pushcart, Best American Essays, Best Microfictions and Best of Net. Her books include one full-length collection,She Has Visions (Main Street Rag) and two chapbooks, including My Family Was Like a Russian Novel (Plan B.)
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