Poems from kathrynehigheagle
At fell of dark, when children sleep, I tortured college-lined notebooks
with incontinent feels. Brain-flooding at dark was...
Enola’s first born
Over Hiroshima-shi
Burnt off’(sp)ring
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Dead bodies
Become Ōta's waves
A sleepy lull
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Spring...
lest we orbit
Weyekin's bode
amidst the fire
of our obsessions,
recherche ciphers
within wet ashes,
charcoal forests'
collateral toll...
A late fall morningI looked outside,birds were dying,some lying in my grassothers in and nearthe shallows.
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Walked outto...
who lets their guilt
prick them in...