KATIE PETERSON Sad Americans
Were they taking their loneliness out on each other?
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Were they taking their loneliness out on each other?
And the fear, held in equal measure.
a face I wore before I wore this
a nostalgia-scented chemical whisper / silvering up the atmosphere
Two feathers / flitter out in cursive loops.
Look, then, and see / the roots of the sky.
Work and beware any love that’s jealous / of work
Certainly life / burned inside him.
A box under a desk with a breathing in it.
a syncopation / that can call down rain