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This poem is taken from PN Review 277, Volume 50 Number 5, May - June 2024.

Two Poems Anthony Vahni Capildeo
Queens Have Died

her blonde hair turned dusty,
curls clumped, head tilt intact,
friendly, a lot of charm,
she was ordering
off the same menu, but
little bits; the same things,
but little bits. she took
with appetite, she put
the food in a black bag,
which meant she’d eaten it,
a dab of potato.
i said, ‘you have a good
appetite,’ pleasing her,
putting myself at ease.
‘yes, i do,’ she agreed,
‘especially considering
only my long leg bone
exists of me now; my
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