PILGRIMAGES, Ashe Vernon, “To the Girls Afraid of Dying” (3/6)
i. I know that look. / I know what it means to be that kind of starving— / to fling open your arms and dare the sky / to meet you. / I know the fear of the sky…
i. I know that look. / I know what it means to be that kind of starving— / to fling open your arms and dare the sky / to meet you. / I know the fear of the sky…
Two years ago, you were all white knuckle and grit. / You abandoned your softness in a cardboard box / on the side of the road…
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