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The Abstract Is Absent Here

a prose poem

Photo by Anthony Fomin on Unsplash

I don’t know why anyone would write a poem about this fucking place.

But alas, I see faeries in the concrete and imagine the stench of weed is simply someone sage-ing the evil spirits away from their spaces. I gather birdsongs into apps and pictures of moss and I vacuum three times a week and I have a 5-year plan and the carpal tunnel to prove it.




Dirty realism, grunge lit, creative confessions, spec fic, and assorted literary atrocities.

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Christina Marie Ward

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