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Alanna Rae<\/h1>\n

Right Angle<\/span><\/h2>\n

Peer inside
\nthe slit the brain
\ncrawls through
\nto become a cube,<\/p>\n

each thought
\nstretching to resemble
\nthe straight line
\nthat led here,<\/p>\n

without curved signs
\nat the crossing sections
\nin the road, where
\nyou could have left,<\/p>\n

or could have remembered
\nto stop time, before
\nit was taken and turned
\ninto a metronome.<\/p>\n

Alanna Rae<\/strong> lives in Oakland and attends the MFA Creative Writing program at San Francisco\u00a0State University.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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