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. ----------------------------------------
This poem was first published in Nedge magazine.
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