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Dear K. So much sun in me then, still whole but for the crack that brought a spear from an ore, a lure of my cross. over fire fed by hog bones; now, I scavenge from a stem a cutworm fell. No one to see crimps my skin and limbs become in the perforated tent of night, light a witness. Lane Falcon recently received her MFA in poetry from Sarah Lawrence College. Her work has been published in 2River View, 42opus, Holly Rose Review, SOFTBLOW, and elsewhere. contact |
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