Scrittura
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Scrittura

The Cut of the Light: Prose Poem

A mostly straight walk

Hopeless, I spent all day in my head — in a sordid and useless moment I tried to offer my headache to the pine trees —either they said no or they were just ignoring me —

I lifted into a sensory place, feel the burning along the outline of my abdomen — a silly thing, the belly — home and love and disgust all at once —

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J.D. Harms

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