poetry THOUGHTS IN MY POETRY WORKSHOP by Jennifer Hanks Her bruises were, in fact, the whole planetarium. I am sick of saying it, because everyone is hung up on "shirts" and "static" and "peaches that are red":
She stands there tangled in her clothes, it makes her happy to hold the cassette, like she believes in "sometimes".
I wanted to say "she is what I wrote about because sheiswhatIwroteabout". Instead, I put her soul in an old plum. I made her unsentimental.
WHAT KILLS US AND WHAT UNDOES US by Jennifer Hanks The robin shakes his whole body when pulling up a worm; the ground gives the worm up but it is his beak that splits it in two.
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