Aby Kittiwake

  • How I Loved

    January 25, 2020 by

    between my hands are the ghosts whose faces i cluttered with kisses overlapping indignant stains of how i loved between my hands are truths whispered and hatreds revealed souring the air like ghosts

  • To Submit

    January 23, 2020 by

    to submit the poemabove poems in your nesta trifling bite of red stringstolen from wet earthquake as you unsheathe its final threada home now barren of such frivolity dance, little wrenmourn, sweeter dovethe poet parts with another sliver of heart

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