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my brother says, em there's more garbage than snow

poetry by Emilie Kneifel

my brother says, em there’s more garbage than snow

as we sing to the library, skip winter’s blood. plastuck bags swell in the crowless trees. trampled gloves flock in the wet of the street. my brother sees empty air, howling. a subway cup, all chewed, for gulping what’s left.


Emilie Kneifel

emilie kneifel is a sick fish, goo fish, they fish, blue fish. find 'em at, @emiliekneifel, and in Tiohtiáke, hopping and hoping.

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