murmurs
the fiction and poetry of sarah hina
Friday, August 18, 2017
Disease
I can’t remember how to
write
the fear and the dread
are
swamps
not founts
the words
I cupped
been bulldozed to
dust
and I feel dead inside
dead inside
dead and-
lost
I
cannot -
right.
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