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Poem from fortune: animal spiral

xi.

inside friend

friend is not

the landscape: to turn into

the water wears and deposits

rock, time

friend,

 

 

varnished

 

stiller

the word hurt

is not big enough.

 


ABOUT THE CONTRIBUTOR

is a writer living in Austin, Texas and Paris, France. Her fictional work is represented by Susan Hawk at The Bent Agency in New York City.



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