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wildfire in bush canyon today
and the sky is doubtful with ash, fluttering
like flirting eyelashes. the heat gasps in and lays low over
the heav..
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dark staircase leading downwards – an esophagus –
and us on the edge, like a nightly prayer, with the moonlight
hemming our nightgowns ..
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A Story by Kylan
(I can still remember the blossoms of Phnom Pehn.
I think about them now.
You cannot take this away. Stomachs may shrink, shackles may chafe, ..
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and in the fields where the forget-me-nots
climb sideways, pious and succinct
with bees hanging like earbobs from their blue heads,
the minister..
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