Jenna Cardinale
The Shore I Was
The
wave sounding
a hollow—
Back
from the high— Mouth
I rest in—
Embrace
like the shoreline—
In
two moments
with my voice—
Death
later
on perhaps—
Fascicle 1
Be Nothing But
a Statue
Her
eyes swallowing— Gardens
of meat— Equidistant
in the glancing—
The
season draws— Blood
if not for that
secret—
The
last beat
the last— Full
of honeysuckle— Liberation
has lost—
Say
I am a wedding— Mistake
in my so—
Cannibal 1
Faces It Was Natural To
Think About
House
they've borrowed—
Victories, no
matter how—
Garden
on a wire—
So
what if
you were born—
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If you were my
little—
The
rainbow even—
A pearl then—
Gem
in
an extra—
My
way to
visit Emily—
LIT 3
Knives in knots— You
make my heart—
An
hour and
a half you— Heat
you came in—
Callous
was an island—
It— I miss it—
CROWD 1
Why is the president so
stiff and stuffed—
I listen to these
boots aiming for my
fingers— Experience
experience— The contact
of stockinged feet—
These what ifs open
a spot opposite this—
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