h a n n a h k e z e m a
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when there was
and you were
so we
but that, that
a sunset
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someone me after
,then
a constant
is
sudden
for the running water
there she goes
trying to
but
trying to
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what for
in the morning
the noise
supposed
heavily
to listen that’s not
but dream about
, walking
golden
by summer
the roses
remember?
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mirror is a glass
crossed
lead me—when
we found echoes
that closed
underneath
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could be , almost
against
all of time
inside of can’t
can’t do
can’t say
but could, but
don’t weren’t have
to won’t to to
need because
and and and to
but they
saturated won’t
need that
press
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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
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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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