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Milk Skin

By Cynthia Plascencia From Issue No. 3

“I am not mad,”

The Joker says to Batman at the end of every toon,

and their eyes become one, like a single red pepper seed

watching me from atop a thin skin of warm milk, trying

to catch my eye, like that tree outside, its leaves waving

deliriously to me—a hundred burning hands—waving hello,

waving hello, waving hello, or waving for help.

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