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ekphrastic: I visited the grave of my great great great grandmother. I spent today in dilapidated cemeteries; stones crumbling or long gone, covered in rust coloured lichen and silk flowers. My father’s childhood backyard, he called it his kingdom; I understood my morbidity. Black faced and feather fingered, you hung in the trees above me, as you’ve hung in my head the nights before. Quote the Raven, “nevermore”. Filled with birds my body is, I shake with Robin’s sad song. Standing on porous bones and gold, I sunk into the earth. I swam in the soil. I made bracelets of fibrous roots and worms, jewels of beetles and beads of moss. The only reason I haven’t put myself in the ground already, is I don’t like to get dirty.
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