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  • Writer's pictureSusan Conner

We Were Insatiable

Our hands,

Extra on the fingers

Deserted our arms -

Clever silhouettes flying

Like seagulls in a dusky sky,

Searching for soft sands

To rest for the night.

Your chest

My thighs.

Now it’s

My hands

Extra on the fingers

Backspacing the narration.

Control + delete

Don’t just erase -

Give me a complete


Poem & illustration by Susan Conner December, 2020

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