the 38% of me that burns quickly under the sun, like paper:
slow and unbinding as the flame crawls through wrinkles.
Read more by @poetloz.bsky.social in The B'K Mag, Vol 16, Issue 3: www.talbot-heindl.com/bitchin_kitsch
the 38% of me that burns quickly under the sun, like paper:
slow and unbinding as the flame crawls through wrinkles.
Read more by @poetloz.bsky.social in The B'K Mag, Vol 16, Issue 3: www.talbot-heindl.com/bitchin_kitsch
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From the vault
Originally published in Cadence Collective by Sarah Tatro
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From the vault
Originally published in Cadence Collective by Sarah Tatro
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Sadness lives there now, where a piece of me
sold for pennies on the dollar.
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Sadness lives there now, where a piece of me
sold for pennies on the dollar.
read the whole thing here: poetloz.substack.com/p/i-once-wor... #poetry
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that come out
of nowhere,
after fences
fall, and bite
into armored
authorities,
let us face
one direction.
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that come out
of nowhere,
after fences
fall, and bite
into armored
authorities,
let us face
one direction.
#poetry
#poemparts
that ability to talk with our toes
and dirt / trust in each other dies
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that ability to talk with our toes
and dirt / trust in each other dies
#poetry
#poemparts