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Daniel Romo

Seventy-two bones have been misplaced. Whereabouts: unknown. It could stem from the moratorium on using ribcage in poems. Or that the locksmiths’ union over-produced, over-harvested, and took skeleton key too literally. What we do know is that traces of marrow line the sidewalk like remnants of snail—a taunting trail of spongy innards. No other clues, crude or otherwise, exist. Resist the urge to panic. Detectives are on the job.


Daniel Romo’s work appears or is forthcoming in Gargoyle, The Los Angeles Review, MiPOesias, Yemassee, and elsewhere. His first book of poetry, Romancing Gravity, is forthcoming in 2012 from Pecan Grove Press. His book of prose poetry, When Kerosene’s Involved, is forthcoming in 2013 from Black Coffee Press. He teaches creative writing, and bats leadoff and plays shortstop for the Long Beach Barons. More of his writing can be found at danielromo.wordpress.com.

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