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by cassidy mcfadzean

I crawled out of the bramble


Berserker waking from a nightmare


Following my bumbling shadow

Rabid bozo     plucking burrs from my hair


On sniffing the unscented candle in Zara Home...


White girls twirling ponytails at the Summer Garden


I sit in the back with the boys and vomit

My brain’s gyroscope gone kaput


On not visiting the grave of the unknown soldier


Time-travelled lilacs in my mother’s portico

My building smells like trash    I’m ovulating


A bee in my bonnet in the crotch of the fig tree

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