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The Children's Museum

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It's hard to know whether today or yesterday was the full moon;
excitement isn't rigorous. It's just river-silvering

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Ange Mlinko
Ange Mlinko
Ange Mlinko is poetry editor of The Nation. The recipient of the Randall Jarrell Award in Poetry Criticism from the...

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Drawing a line between poetry and the political has never been simple.

Saving the venerable NYPL… cooperation, not capitalism… a jewel in the dross… you could look it up…

blent with the odor of silt where the roofs spike
along a repurposed waterfront.

A beach ball floats above the pressurized stream;
it is disequilibrium that keeps it there. Soap's expressed

as blisters when even gravity works backwards
at the limit of the ball held upside down inside the loop.

Rewards in a game they play against themselves
--"Fancy curtseying as you're falling through the air"--

the shade breaks up beneath the oaks
tithing their gifts against the curriculum

of an armed galaxy. It slides into focus for the instant
I'm brrr, blurred.

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