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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…
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Tallow Bread
What’s your go-to comfort food? i eat what doesn’t ask / bone crust / salt lash / grief fried in the same pan as his name i suck the marrow / of a decade…
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Jawbone Choir
What do you listen to while you work? not music— but the breath of eucalyptus cracking in a brown bottle // the teeth of my dead husband clattering in a tin as I move…
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Whisper on the edge –a fragment
lipstick smudges in the corner of a page / fog drapes the city—slick, not slick— a memory folds — the scent of absences / listen: this is not a poem, but a trace, a…
Pretty Thunder Poetry 