When I was a girl, climbing outside my
body, every eye I
felt, my legs no longer
mine. A circle
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Twinned
By Nick Flynn
To exist wholly in another, seamless, mirrored. Think of the hive, at each turn we find ourselves, not a version, not a replica, but our whole selves. Love, you claim, […]
Workers (foragers)
By Nick Flynn
After this seven- month slumber, honey-stupored & warm, we unfold our wings, shake off the hive, set out for buckwheat & the low flowers of spring. We work ourselves ragged, […]
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