Self-portrait of my poems as the Fall by Serena Yang every day the birds come to knock their beaksagainst the glass, thinking it air. every day my penscratches over the water-stained pages of my notebookand thinks itself a vein. my blood turning to ink.a measured...
Serena Yang’s “Self-portrait of my poems as the Fall” & Nathaniel Swanson’s “To Believe in Prophecies” (Urban Word NYC)
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