The Month of Emergencies – poemRebecca Faulkner

  7.9 inches of rain fell in Central Park last night dead cicadas on the crosswalk   their bodies bunched   in brittle knots         sticky candy sky bright with grief      branches submerged   by the weight     of our silence     a letter unread a door closed firmly       & […]

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