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Transmutation
Free Verse
Your city has gone concave
overnight. A carving hand
drunk on smoke and spice
chiseled away bodegas, card shops,
DVD stops. One long demolished
concrete reel. Said
this is for the best, but
counting rings in egg breakfast bagels —
for dwarves and orcs and elves — until
they spiraled past our
stomached burdens had once
been infinitely golden.