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Poem: On Your Porch I Cannot Hear What You Say in Your Sleep

Beret Man by EC

Photosensitive streetlights flicker,

unsure whether sun is really

here again. Men moan worthless

Iloveyous at this hour. Birds rejoice

that the world is here again at this

hour. Hips swivel on steel chairs.
Receipts stroll down sidewalks.

The patter of the planet’s mantle.

Pumpkins rot in quiet. And ink slips

out of my mouth onto your

parchment chest, the patter of

the planet’s mantle.

By Ella

I am an undergraduate junior studying creative writing. I am interested in short fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction and professional writing.

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