6am

6am by Wynn Everett If this beetle knew her size light peach backpack over speckled grey arms a morning voyager miniscule in a land of broken cement twisted around blades of earth breaking up journey’s rhythm how quickly her end by sun, gale or direction of this hose spindly legs never shaking never cursing her […]

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51 Steps

51 steps by wynn everett A. No Forest of Arden, forced forward reverse, revolving in pattern, contorting backward each rung. Every strand of the prize in black and blue- print, engine of fingers gripping tight to the rail. T. Unlocking remorse, (men under the stairs) if Ganymede had coded the ray strung exposed- evolution applauding, […]

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