Tag: national poetry day
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Ballerina Toes, Soirée
I’m walking through a dark, dark forest. There are diamond back snakes in the trees. Their sleuthing bodies carousel the branches; I can feel a hundred rattled eyes following me. I’m pushing through a narrow, narrow alley. Skin brushing stone wet with dew, like thumb prints, their mucus, clings to bare shoulders as I crouch…
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