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Poetry: Annie Guthrie

chorus from the good dark


dear missing,

a channel by land that gestures and juts, doesn’t touch

the water rushes shelters every sound shouted into it

the form of the shore is lost to the counting of sand

the count is lost to the sounds. If I could

I’d rearrange us! shove selves /shell letters/shelve

us (water, surfacing itself) inside ourselves,

as ever, as yours,

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