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Among this forest

Alex Hovden
Aug 27
1 min read

Among this forest

Where the underbrush has long since choked on shade

And cremated into porcelain needles

From trees seen in need of static wire

As they pull desperately and fruitlessly away from a carion dirt


Ozone air takes its liberties in one’s throat

Eyes

Nose

Leaving arid, flaking skeleton hollers


And among tensioned pines, there is an impossible dry man


He floats

Shifting bitter blues and whites


The weight of his head rests on this shoulder

His back works ever forward

Knees gently pressed together and to the side His hands are loose and still in his lap


Raggedy Anne

Sat in Prayer


And he is heard


Violently So



By Alex Hovden

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