Sarah Lucille Marchant

Caleb plastic necklaces strung pretty dusty in his eyes (luminosity dulled by dime-store display) you skip around crinkle leaf sidewalk play you roll your eyes green to yellow to orange ink scratch-out paper hiding behind your grin what was there before? what did you never allow? sodden ground thoughts & secrets threaded dead grass tangled thriving weeds and I’m drowning…

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