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by Hannah Cohen you ate stained glass expecting to grow a rose window in your belly, every shard a memory of color wholly illuminated. but heaven is a wheel of silence, her imperfect eternity revealing the wreck rooted in your womb.  Hannah Cohen lives in Virginia and is a MFA candidate at Queens University of Charlotte. She's also Poetry Editor of Firefly Magazine. Recent publications and forthcoming work include The Tishman Review, Public Pool, Vagabond City, Unlost Journal, and others. She's on Twitter as @hcohenpoet.
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