Who packed away
my beauty, consumed
my security, chomped
my belongings until
all that remained was
a hollow sand dollar,
a skeleton to hang
from your wall, a memento
of better times?
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- Laura Titzer
- Feb 15
- 1 min read
Accumulations
of Sappho embalmed and
stored in catcalls that
spill with cacophonous shoes
tallying acclaimed importance
but the most silent
is the most insidious.
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- Laura Titzer
- Oct 27, 2022
- 1 min read
I’ve died a thousand times, but can’t seem to shake myself loose.
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