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Poem-a-Day: Aptitude

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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As if Pan’s shadow, sighs peel from tongues, contracting the afterparty to other galaxies, stars gust by torrid breath.

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