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#032: Fragments from a letter to the first photograph of me
The questions I would ask Infantile me 25 years of life from this 48hr old body . . . *A Sappho exercise from First Steps in Short Form Poetry course.
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#031: Spur
Today Spur inscribed An invite onto the skin Of the wind, it read: Meet me by the lucid woods Bring your books, we’ll read awhile.
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#030: Resignation Day (a kernel)
Those double doors One swinging out into the wind, its hinges can’t tell them nothin’: “I’m a hover board now” The other: sweating summer, soul scraping, shoulder’s chafing at the frame, sayin’ “Well someone’s gotta hold the house.” Will you hold your mouth or post that letter?
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#029: To Futurity (a landay)
Dare to dive into the depths of you Let sound be muted by silence then softened by sighs
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