from under the belly of the bridge
I arrive like wonder
like a wound
flickering like prayer or heartbeat
remembered, returned,
and restitute
surely, it must be true that others
too, climbed language like
a promised land
We heard that At's 28-year-old ex died. I expected that everything would have stopped when I opened the eyes I shut in disbelief. I ki...
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