MAYA JEWELL ZELLER
A Week Past the Leaked Supreme Court Draft Regarding Roe V. Wade
A man told me I should split
my poem in two
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A man told me I should split
my poem in two
When the streetlamp roundly pushing up the darkness was 10 won
After the storm, the world is still there, a flash
rosemary bough in breeze a lady in sunglasses / it’s easy to get married
Your hands! Not even the willow in its silver budding
has touched me like that.
there was
rice in the saltshakers
I married
Today I placed a coin under your tongue
and we rode the ferry together
through the window of my hotel room
a mural, three emoticons, offers me smiles.
You full of night, night full of you.
Ismene, I saw him reach for you