running with yellow-handled scissors
poetry microcode: day fifteen
his wreck of a car parked in the kitchen
hair in the sink still where it had fallen
the cutout shadows where he had left them
his hands moved so fast their maps were blurred
misread. misunderstood. murderous
dramas echoed in fading caws
feathers were clipped
anarchic green moonbeams germinate
wings of oblivious black
the hands of birds never flap frantically
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Stevi-Lee Alver
Australian writer and tattoo artist based in Brazil. 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈
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OF MOTHERHOOD.
Dear mother-to-be, I wanted to let you know how very, very special I think you are. I don't think there can be any job that is more meaningful than the one you are about to begin, that of being a mom. You are the most important person in the world to your precious unborn baby, and you will be for many years.
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