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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.
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