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The Memo Pilchard I know an answer to a question. This life has become a dream without shadows. Somewhere, I am awake. Somewhere, my hands smell like steel and rust. Somewhere, I am climbing up the Eiffel tower in an early morning mist. Somewhere, I am walking on a frozen river in 3-inch mother-of-pearl heels. Somewhere, I am a Slavic peasant prying a dried lump of pony shit from my boot heel. Somewhere, I am sitting on the stairs of the front porch, eating Fig Newtons and drinking a tall, […]#prosepoetry — Public Fediverse posts
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"...Eleven pairs of eyes now face the floor. Stalks of grain, pushed down by wind. Does the bowing sun still shine?..."Life for Many Peoples by Arielle Blackburn https://medium.com/lit-up/life-for-many-peoples-91d7085d269a #poetry #prosepoetry #faith in the Lit Up press #litpub and #poetrycommunity