between freaked out, productive, freaked out,
creative, wondering if I’m going to die from this.
If I’m going to melt down inside this ongoing vortex.
Thousands of broken wings get sucked into numbers,
spiral down, crack into the ground, vanish."
Three of my Museum of Impending Death poems are up at Burning House Press today!
https://burninghousepress.com/2020/05/18/three-poems-by-juliet-cook/
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