h a n n a h    k e z e m a

 

from where the light can't reach

 

rift









































 

 

when there was


                                                                                                and you were


                                                            so we




but that, that



                                                                                                                        a sunset



next









































 

 

                        someone                     me                                                       after


                                                                                                                                    ,then

            a constant


                                                                                                                                    is
            sudden




                                                            for the running water			

                                                                                                                        there she goes

trying to

                                                                        but


                        trying to



next









































 

 

                                                                                                what for
in the morning

                                                                        the noise

supposed 


                                                            heavily



                                                                                    to listen                       thatís not



but        dream about



                                                            , walking



                                    golden

                                                                                                by summer





                                                                                    the roses


remember?



next









































 

 

                        mirror is a glass



                                                                                                            crossed


lead me—when 




                                                                                    we found echoes



that closed

                                                            underneath 



next









































 

 

could be           , almost



                                                            against





            all of time

                                                inside of                                               canít

                                                                                    canít do
            canít say

                                                but                               could,                                      but


            donít                                                    werenít                                     have


to                     wonít               to                                             to

need                                                    because

                        and                                          and                              and                               to

                                                            but they

                                                                                    saturated                                  wonít 
            need that 
                                                press 



next









































 

 

to inhale



                                                                                    a matter of fact

                                    the locus
which is


                                                                        or



                                    it shows


                                                                                                trembling, because



            in the
                                                                                    hour

                                                soon, how



                                    standing still                                        with you

daylight

                                                                                                            covered for 



                                                                                                my ocean



next

HANNAH KEZEMA is an artist from the east coast. She is currently an MFA candidate in the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at Naropa University in Boulder, Colorado. She graduated from The New School in 2012 with a BA in Literature. Her work has been featured in Bombay Gin, Gesture Literary Journal, and the CORE International Journal of the Humanities, distributed in Paris.


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