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"...I arrived at Timothy
a skipped prom of nickel Saturn charms, newly alien with truth harvested from a magazine of eyeshadow and boys: Timothy, we can bury it. The moon. Use your raised thumb and a single open eye." From "At Timothy"
(13th Floor Magazine, Spring 2019) Vertical Divider
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"...Name the house number where all of childhood unfurled. Name the grocery aisle where you noted the earth under my nails. We wondered what we couldn't reach. We asked why wings why no wings why the city won't divide into wings or no wings..."
From Swans (Dancing Girl Press, 2016)
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