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WINDFLOWER
by
Molly Curtis

Not blossoms

but anemones


the intimacy of this sand

I am lost


or windswept or

untragically misunderstood


tell me

the story of being put into a mouth


and taken out whole

yet grown smaller somehow


so in the end

all the many many grains


are only tastebuds sprouting

a flowering in the throat


a hollowness

a limp windsock and lost children


I had sand in my cavernous

molars while writing


you into the beachscape

the driftwood is overloved


and I dreamed it so hard

I dreamt it away


with my hands

unrelentingly

right down to the groundwater.



Molly Curtis has an MFA from The University of Montana, where she received a 2010 Academy of American Poets Prize. A chapbook of her poetry, “Mouths Full of Glass in the Abandoned Bathhouse,” was released by Zero Ducats Collective in 2009, and her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Beloit Poetry Journal, Third Coast, Thirteen Myna Birds and The Nervous Breakdown.



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