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I look back turning my head

and I see myself


on a concrete island between rapid


where white lights bled into white lights… 97 more words

Amy Gleeson

freddy 8.14.14

he unhinged each rib, prying them open

with such tenderness, scooping up my tiny

heart, a baby bird, which cooed

and cried and shivered from… 113 more words

Amy Gleeson