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16 Unnamed Subject, Praise By Shelby Glover There is a quiet sort of wonder in the lack of an answer. The ability to stare blankly and convey meaning is both divine and hollow. I relish the weight as it settles on your shoulders, disguised and haughty as the Father you adamantly detach yourself from. It’s retribution for your ability to leave me waiting. Praise be to the man who runs from the branch of Jesse only to be choked and silenced by the noose that is one’s family. When Pigs Fly By Brelynn Komrosky When pigs fly Twisty tails are used as propellers If the flight fails, bacon is a seller When pigs fly People win long-lost bets When pigs fly A wolf can’t blow down a house When pigs fly Pinkish, muddied, blobs are the modern-day superhero When pigs fly The big bad wolf will start to cry. But what about the spread of swine flu? When pigs fly Are the birds and pigs in the same airway? When pigs fly Penelope’s snout could also flutter away When pigs fly When it’s ordinary for pigs to fly, maybe penguins could give it a try?