We have hit a snag in the Seattle Poetry Chain. Actually, wait: Do chains snag? Let's just say that my skin has snagged on the Seattle Poetry Chain and I'm going to slowly bleed out this week. There will be something next week at noon. In the meantime, read some poetry by Edna St. Vincent Millay, who almost unanimously won an "I'd do her" contest against Emily Dickinson some time ago on Slog.
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