Trish Saunders

Stand Still While the Vertigo Passes

Now, time for admitting things

we've always known,

like the way trees vanish at midnight,

and reappear at daybreak,

how other species hate and fear us,

are indifferent to the Latin names

we give them,  

would gladly see us disappear.  

That we reach for each other’s hands

in the dark, not for love

but for reassurance.

 

 

 

 

 

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ISSUE 97
Vertigo
Passes


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