AN OVARY BURSTS
By Jennifer Chapis
I’m stuck inside a birdhouse fire. Through the eyes of jays, I fill with blood. One is scratching, shifting like a heart deciding to start again. On the contrary, melts the copper roof.
One is scratching, shifting like a heart deciding to start again.
On the contrary, melts the copper roof.
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