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A Poem: So If We Where 

My days would be
Sticky floors
Wooden doors
Chicken shit
Flowers in my hair.

Stained sheets
Fresh meat
Cutting boards
Trips to town
“Put my face on.”

So if we where
My nights would be
Pushing cats
Swinging screens
Moths in light.

Heavy wet blankets
Sunshine sheets
Long sits in mountain air
Flowers in my hair
Feathers in our books.

Speaking of...

  • A poem by Heather Craig.


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