A poem by Carrie Etter

 
 
 
Anthro-


Thorns along the stem'll
drop before they waver,

insolent to breeze. Let the anthro-
pomorphis hazard less unless

that amounts to neglect,
an inattention. Hear the junco

from the outside—can we not
pervade like oxygen, diffuse and

more toxic.  Manifest
destiny bodies forth spectres more palpable than

thorn is cavalier.















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This poem was first published in
Nedge magazine.

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