From Jane Eaton Hamilton:
July 7, 2017
Even now when we’re broken
I long to gorge on you
boomeranged over your knee
clipped to your bedpostI still love what I couldn’t live through
You meted out slaps till I was
unoxygenatedBut still I belong to you, apple to arsenic
(gasp to lungs)– Airport, from Poetry is Dead Issue 15
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art by heather kai smith for poetry is dead
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