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if we make a peep by: anyssa kim

Posted by A Gathering Of The Tribes in Poetry

we are trees in the forest,

fallen,

unsilent and microbic,

pimpling earth.

weeds claw to choke

all our feet, dandelions

less flower than our daily

toils, unearthed worms

bang faces into compacted soil

trying to hide from the nits

chirping in our hair.

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