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Haunting Report, Filed in Scent
How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you? Smells like thunder just before it breaks. Answers to my name in a stranger’s mouth or to silence. Eats radishes, sleeps in clothes,…
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Tin, Merlot, and Other False Freedoms
I did not let go. I curled tighter – like a root wrapping around a fence post. He said it was freedom, but it smelled like tin and last night’s corner-store merlot. What leaves…
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Future Travel
What are your future travel plans? I plan to disappear into the rind of bergamot, to smuggle my body through scent of bruised citrus & wet fig leaf. No luggage. Just tinctures, a blade,…
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Distillate
How would you describe yourself to someone? i’m what’s left after / you wring the sky for scent a tincture of black agar / & salt-rimmed lipstick stored in the wrong bottle i eat…
Pretty Thunder Poetry 