Tag Archives: Hailee Sattavara

These Birds

Three English Sparrows mark a stand of pines while my Labrador sits in their shadows. Never learning how to bark he imitates these birds, chirping while his paws move through the brush they’ve lent down to him. At the park … Continue reading

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The caverns

of my heart ache. Moss- like ferns have pushed through capillaries, pining through delicate skin. The right ventricle has blossomed roses, overwhelming my breathing, but lotuses sit static in the left, a marsh, a bog pulling at all that traipses … Continue reading

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While I required your affections

I loathed their deep-seeded imputations suggesting commitment beyond the season. In the morning I didn’t know how to reach you, so I pulled string through paper cups and heaved your half over the 12-foot wooden fence between us. A message … Continue reading

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