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because this poem insisted to exist & is fumbling in its pockets

by Johanna May



For words full of crumbs,
from its seams.
Here is “grace”, full of lint
and “courage” and some thread
of “hint”
Here is “purpose”—
take the proffered “tender”
the bit that it fell with..

oh that is “breathe”

“take it.”

07/01/2023

Posted on 07/01/2023
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