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Vandal Poem of the Day: November 5, 2018

by Jessica Johnson

I don’t know why I talk and talk and talk

Sometimes people mind but mostly not

I constellate my tiny horses to see how their bodies work

And when that’s done I gather all my shells

And think of when I broke my favorite crown

I lay my shells and rocks and money in the light

(The trees can suck you up into the blue)

(Behind it there’s a unicorn of stars)

The earth is busy making towns and towns and towns and

If the stars touch earth a fire starts

My throat is hot and I take off my dress

And when that’s done I touch my center one long time

This shell is made of dust, this one of bone

The arrow I am tangles with the sun

from Poetry Northwest 11.2 Winter & Spring 2017More by Jessica Johnson from the library

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