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knot kingdom

a map constructed of


anthologies of


the moon is growing fatter

we are wandering


sleep upon

the fallen things

the rotting leaves,

pipsissewa, squirrel


we smell of spores

bathe in puddles

collect certain roots

watch the patterns

above us

construct our homes

from listening.

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from a collection of poems i wrote in 2012 in a self-published chapbook titled, slowly / i will gather

but these particular refrains have been coming to the top of my mind so much as of late ~




{ chanelle }





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