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Choosing the lesser evil
is choosing evil
Doing nothing
is always an option
But what kind of nothing, my friend
A blank ballot
A day at the beach
—from Rattle #57, Fall 2017
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Behzad Molavi: “One night we went through heavy turbulence on a plane to Stockholm. Oxygen masks dropped from above. The old man beside me began mumbling to himself. He was reciting poems as if they were prayers. That’s not why I write poetry, but it’s close enough.”
