We are poets.
Our margins have curves.
We pick thorns
out of words and make
petals out of letters. We
stitch broken hymns,
and hers,
and thems together
with verse.
Poets
April 11, 2020
We are poets.
Our margins have curves.
We pick thorns
out of words and make
petals out of letters. We
stitch broken hymns,
and hers,
and thems together
with verse.
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