Tag Archives: Allie Marini Batts

junk love

there are always a few stolen moments that I horde before you retract, like the nib of the pen that never works well enough for you to write me love letters. I collect those, pretending that I get more than … Continue reading

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Gravewatchers

for Andres and Rita you will know them by the slouch,                                                                         huddled together under an umbrella the upturned crescent of red protecting them from rain that                                                             f                                                                         a                                                                                     l                                                                                                 l                                                                                                             s                                                                                                                         forever their daily task is the struggle against wilted … Continue reading

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