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Rocking chair hum
It’s already 2:00 p.m.
I haven’t made the bed
peeled off the dandruff dryer lint
ran the dishwasher
the sky is blinding
powder blue
clouds blow out of my
dollar tree bubble wand
temperature lets me shed headphones
not my skin in the heat of the sun
grass is pleasantly abrasive
I want to bottle it up
my camera is smudged
my head is foggy
memory popping with the bubbles
I’ll try to remember I can come
breathe it in
again tomorrow
© Gillian Lionberger
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| Gillian Lionberger |
Gillian Lionberger studies in the heart of her Appalachian culture at Hollins University’s MFA program. Her inspiration comes from little objects that lovely-clutter hearts, tapping into the concreteness of language, and coffee spreads across prose, poetry, and non-fiction. She also enjoys fencing, Persona games, and playing with her two dogs.
A moving poem!
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