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Dear internet stalker
As every poet knows, one’s voice is evident like fingerprints: it glows behind every alteredusername and…
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Ode to the runners
The runners: The ones who know what it means to leave and do it anyway, smoking…
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While the Midwest burns
The sun rises early in ChicagoLater in ClevelandAnd these big houses carry a big absence of…
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To repent is to believe
Because I headlong fled alone Tonight I’ll go to bed alone When I’ve bled, I’ve bled…
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Letter to a city where the trees bleed
This morning I dusted dead cicadas off the window sill and watched a red-tailedhawk fluff her…
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Right of way
As far as you drive As slick on the road As long you survive As strong…
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Mantis’s lullaby
Love me for a little while Rush to secret house Dreams away to Idlewild Kiss me…
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Mantras while you wait
slow slickcyclical weirdwept whip-poor-will poundpoppalpitateconnedkept concentrate room wreckradiate song skin susurrate
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Jack and the bean stalk
Here’s what I love about being human: I get to feel like Jack and the Giant…
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Found poem from personals ads
When we walk in nature, the animals show themselves to us. Widower. City mouse.Boomer. I am…
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Nightcrawlers for sale
“Nightcrawlers for sale”The letters themselves wriggling like black worms across a white post on the side…
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Advice from thread to button
If you were seashell, brass, or ivory, trust I’d still be there: A knot of cotton…
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When the novelty wears off
& suddenly you’re wrestling (again) with the fucking fitted bed sheet to tuck the corner under…
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A memoir in four parts
1. Where I came from: A lightbulb sits in a cardboard box in the closet. It’s…
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Happy
The lake is always gentle Erasing all the stone The trees are never bothered By birds…
Lizzy Burnam 🐞 