the moon is essentially gray
by Jillian Clark





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let's talk about my cat



if not poems, what will we become

it was all another car ride home

with the lights all going down

it was all just another poem

not belonging anywhere but just being


all the uninvitations will amount to nothing

and all the older brother's pants worn with belts

will be flags in the mud like children's forts


i hardly know if you're real