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Breech; Poem from the 59th Street Subway

Isabelle Walker

Breech

 

This is what I’m made of—stars,

and a stumble of first lines

with requests to begin again.

Like a child holding a pencil,

my story began on a night

that stretched beyond the stars

into the next galaxy—

the one God

hasn’t found a name for yet.

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