cells bathed in fight or flight
having lost everything to bits
in battlefields of wind-rain clapping
—Our #PoetoftheWeek, Dorsía Smith Silva
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cells bathed in fight or flight
having lost everything to bits
in battlefields of wind-rain clapping
—Our #PoetoftheWeek, Dorsía Smith Silva
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A letting scar, a cooing wound. My feet are ballrooms
filled with gospel, my many organs conspiring to live.
—Our #PoetoftheWeek, Jasmine Reid
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A letting scar, a cooing wound. My feet are ballrooms
filled with gospel, my many organs conspiring to live.
—Our #PoetoftheWeek, Jasmine Reid
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is the subway
where the difference between hostility collected on the platform
and barren cold in the car
is so vicious
—Our #PoetoftheWeek, Sullivan Summer
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is the subway
where the difference between hostility collected on the platform
and barren cold in the car
is so vicious
—Our #PoetoftheWeek, Sullivan Summer
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the pink : tender : ageless : intricate : the more
I try to find the feeling the more diffuse
it becomes
—Our #PoetoftheWeek, Keetje Kuipers
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the pink : tender : ageless : intricate : the more
I try to find the feeling the more diffuse
it becomes
—Our #PoetoftheWeek, Keetje Kuipers
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