EMILY KENDAL FREY


                                     



YOUR PAST WILL NOT FORGET YOU




Old neighborhood caked in exes

The corner where honeybees stung

My drunk neck

Long walks to the grocery store

Sky streaked velvet

I send to love to their backpack,

Can see myself in the bulk section

I'm alone because I think I am

A person who pauses a lot

On the walk home

To touch plants






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