K e l l y   F o r d o n

 

Hummingbird

 

The nectar has grown milky 

and clotted. Fodder for the ants. 

Still you flit around me 

waiting for sweet release. 

Oh, fly away! Don't look to me 

for sustenance! I don't even know 

how to feed myself.

 

 

 

 

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 Issue 79: Bitter Root

guest editor: Sara Biggs Chaney

The Note

Kelly Fordon

Jennifer Martelli

Katie Longofono

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