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We Were Insatiable

  • Writer: Susan Conner
    Susan Conner
  • Dec 3, 2020
  • 1 min read

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

Ablation.


Poem & illustration by Susan Conner December, 2020

 
 
 

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