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Poetry


from There Is No Wayward Palace
Laura Carter

 

First you cast poppy seeds on a grave of the dead. Then, cornbread crumbles. There is nothing left to remember. You go forward. You take your infamous first steps. An arc of earth's belly is folded under you for a first time. What happens next is an elegy of a new beginning. There is no need to want what you once wanted.

 

 

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