after Ani Gjika
No one I love was taken
into the woods and shot,
you said. You said
this in a meadow
of a dress and kept
on talking and all
I saw was a forest,
all I heard was one
clean shot and no
one—toward the dear
clearing—running.
from EverythingFind more by Andrea Cohen at the library
Copyright © 2021 Andrea Cohen
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