Today's poem is by Jenny Sadre-Orafai

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We wear chains of bear bells around our waists and wade into foxfire. Watch. We are sailors glowing in pilot lights. We pick valerian that sings us to bed before atlases beat themselves against the glass that doesn't belong to them but to the sinking house. Their migration surrounds, and we come out with our hands open, grabbing at nothing. And, when this house drowns, we'll be failed sailors. Our outlines in foxfire, burning until a star mutes them.

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from Dear Outsiders
University of Akron Press
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