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The Valley of Baca Crackles
Suzanne S. Rancourt
 
 
every prayer never spoken
sits in my chest
 
every fevered choice is a twisted metal key
rolls back the tin lid on a can of sardines
 
packed in thick oil
there is no oxygen
 
in this congested plastic 
ocean murk
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