Inhabited

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Anxiety
sits in my shoulders

like a bird
without wings

watching
the approach of winter.

by Rebecca L. Atherton
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A flower in winter

imageBehind the wheel,
he’s a man with small feet.
At home,
his fists are made of iron.

As for me,
I’m a flower in winter,
a bird
without wings.

by Rebecca L. Atherton

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