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Vol. I, No. VIPoetryMorgan Collado

The Chapbook

Burn

  • familia

I burnDarkly.OpalescentFlames dancingOn the tips of my eyesShedding shadows and shadeAcross fieldsOf white grassThat feed no one

They buried my heatIn a forestof Glass and SteelHoping that I wouldFail to rememberThe blood that keptMy ancestors hot

But even a cactusBloomsIn the desert

About this poem

First published on A Trip to the Morg in .

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