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“in your amniotic chamber, you wrestle / with visions of formation. does time / pass if nobody is around to take note?”
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“in your amniotic chamber, you wrestle / with visions of formation. does time / pass if nobody is around to take note?”
“an uncle said the best thing to do to your loved / dead ones is to find them under the rubble. / plant them lillies.”
“one day i’ll trade god for his crimson-lipstick cadillac the permanent moon / and the sublime insignia his tires make kicking gravel down my drive.”
“You tied a red string around my ankle, / saying this is how we will remember, // The faux-umbilical noose criminal”
“The mug on the table reminds me / of myself: hairline fracture across its midline, out seeps the milk.”
“water rushes, rises feel shoes begin-to-tear / me slip (like a fawn),”
“There is no one to call in the city / when night pulls the sharpest stars out of me,”
“i tell them why wounds leave scars to outlive forgetfulness / to fit in any tense’s dresses”
By Sarah Horner
“I pull the frayed string / of the salad spinner and watch the backyard move: / a rhythmic ripple in the grass,”