REGRESSION
By Katie Sachs Outside of the womb My brain conspires to expire a tantrum Begun by thieves In a field of asprin
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PILGRIM By Katie Sachs
My joints pop As I hop Out of the boat dock Tie it up and then, Locked out I find a pin and shimmy it Into your plum pit - A socket Where the truth unravels And the grease hardens So far I am dumbfounded And overwhelmed By the reality of you How striking your face looks When you take off your glasses When Earth gets in my eyes, I hide Under a mountain And turn into a pilgrim For soft dirt And voluptuous vibrations
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