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Carved from Memory: Prose Poem

Prompt response: liminal landscapes

I will be perfect when she’s freed me, exposed me, made me

She has no model for this, no perfect man but what she sees in her mind. For now, I am lost in this sparsely-peopled, heavily-wooded, rock-strewn land. For now, I am held between the space of air, and claustrophobia — dirt and pressure, gravity and heat — for now.



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J.D. Harms

Former hairstylist, perpetual philosophy student, swallowed by poetry, writing, ideas