Watching the time drag
itself through the driest
dirt, she wants to kneel
into it and scoop
handfuls into her gaping
mouth, wants to swallow expectations
whole. Then spit them out.
She knows she can’t
have it both ways.
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Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
Wow. Wow.
What a visual.
Pearl
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Thanks Pearl. Nice to see another poet out there blogging. I see you like the concise, condensed style too.
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