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Jumping Into a Spring River Is Even Worse Than Biking Through Insects

The confidence to be unsure — a free verse poem

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And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot

It’s May 1989 — a line of sheepish pink penguins, my toes
peek over the edge of the dilapidated dock.
My soles are…




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Danielle Loewen

Danielle Loewen

she/her | reader | queer feminist | recovering academic | body lover | gamer | poet & fabulist

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