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Kirsten Jackson

80
 Garret 2020

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fill my cup with compliments

i rumble in my thirst
i say goodbye to common sense
and hope that this won’t hurt

strung along along your chain

in forests full of pine
and so i scrape against the grain
in hopes of being thine

please don’t hide yourself away

‘hind walls of teeth and bone
you shined your light on me for days
now look at what you’ve grown

molting sweat, a melting bird

i never foresaw this
but now for once i might be heard
in presence of your kiss

Braden Alexander

81