Seldom Said

In a forest filled with gods…

In a city made of twigs,

..Made of twigs,

Made of death.

A garbage pale is filled with dead handkerchiefs.

And so we meet.

We are hot lace at the top of a meter.

We are cars threading through a permanent wave of ash.

by Jennifer Louise Meyerson

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