Today's poem is by Valerie Witte

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        Where travelers tread, upon threat of oblivion | the land
of our ancestors where all the bones are: the earliest comprehensive
                                map | we move within
    our limited range, keeping our young indoors | A skeleton
          faltered | is a parchment: weathering | If
        written, subtracted | molt four times and a shadow
mounting | reconstruction, which is critical | She was a collection
        of bruises trying to heal themselves | a shallow
                        basket interwoven concentric, a fissure
near the mouth extruded | a matrix, for support | A lampshade
    for baking | a spinneret subject to steam, a stifling yarn |

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Copyright © 2024 Valerie Witte All rights reserved
from A Rupture in the Interiors
Airlie Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission