JayElle Ess
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bradfordA Poem by JayElle Essthe forsythias did not forget to bloom. the birds, at 5 am, are still chirping. the church bells ring on cue. cars still run, doors still slam. t.. |
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hollow gumsA Poem by JayElle Essi spitcracked enamel,decaying dentin, an amalgam of mercuryinto my handsscrapeshards of porcelain,crumbling teethfrom my tongueextract molars wholefro.. |
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birdsA Poem by JayElle EssWhen the birds arrived,there was confusion, noise,the flapping of wings, the inexplicable urgency of movement,of scurrying in and out. always working,.. |
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mussoliniA Poem by JayElle Ess |
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