Detoxing:Laura TitzerAug 8, 20221 min readpry from juiceless loam,rub free all dirt and cut shafts,leave eight inches, snip the threads at the head and storein the dry part of your body. #PoemADay #poetry
I’m always lonely when you’re aroundRoaches rustle up Legs, screams catch in a black box; Septic words sting, black mold builds strength over time, A monster, as you call it.
things my feet catch in high tide:venomous brain cells manic marrow memory-rich barnacles fretful fingernails fatty judgment
UntitledAs if Pan’s shadow, sighs peel from tongues, contracting the afterparty to other galaxies, stars gust by torrid breath.
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