penning tiny poems

in the mar
-gins of life,

she wells
with ink
and inks well.

white chalk;
indigo sky.
 

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1 Response to penning tiny poems

  1. Shawna says:

    Those last two lines are gorgeous.

    Love how you turned “margins” into a gin sea.

    You know what is so important though? Turning them into mar-g(r)ins. Somehow smiling through the injuries. Cuts and such.

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