#34

edit of a poem from early 2009:

“reach”

pennsylvania preschool
lifted to fence
fingers, tiny white, tickle
pink nostril
glossy black eyes
lazily unveiling
curtain of thick lash.

warm, solid nuns

ash and bone,
blushed in the winter

small, I grasped to feel

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