Jan/Feb 2001

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s p o t l i g h t   a u t h o r


Natalie Kring

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Four Poems

I wish you had laughed
when I told you I used to breathe
into, then quickly clasp, plastic Easter eggs
and stash them in my closet
for a backup air supply.