Recently Banned Literature
Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Monday, February 5, 2018
Everything is so familiar. And so strange.
I am here, I am not here. I am, and I am not at all.
Then your hand passes through me.
And I think, what a wonderful reminder.
And ask, how have you conjured these bones?
And night replies, perfume.
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