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And When I Laughed, the Wind Laughed Too by Michelle Muenzler


Just this morning I heard the wind whisper

the names of the dead as I walked to

the corner for a lotto ticket and

a pack of smokes my pockets

stuffed with quarters so

many quarters they

sp i l l e


into the gutter

and as I bent

to scoop



my name too

I heard


MICHELLE MUENZLER writes fiction both dark and strange to counterbalance the sweetness of her baking. Her short fiction and poetry can be read in numerous magazines, and she takes immense joy in crinkling words like little foil puppets. Check out for links to the rest of her work.

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