jessica wickens

 
 

 

We were cheeks

 

Some dustier lips hummed and flattered us:
a league from here, a dog patch, a Frankenstein
woman, and we too are flying, skies farther
than Italy, on the way to, yet not disturbing us, after all,
things that trust us while we leap.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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