“How dense it is, / how it carries inside it the memory of collapse. / How difficult it is to move then. / How impossible to believe that anything / could lift that weight.” — Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer Related posts: Still Life At Dusk by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer Because by Grace Schulman In My Next Life Let Me Be a Tomato by Natasha Rao
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