A RAPOETICS REPRINT: When It Rains… by Magen MacKay
When It Rains After months of drought I emerge soaked. Our bodies quenched, I salt the earth between us So nothing grows. Instead, I gift purple plums that ripen and rot on shaved necks:…
When It Rains After months of drought I emerge soaked. Our bodies quenched, I salt the earth between us So nothing grows. Instead, I gift purple plums that ripen and rot on shaved necks:…
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