Kirli Saunders



Vinegar and Bicarb

She dusts she mops she folds before the dawn dressed in white she stands tall shoulders down she keeps our house our home clean. She bakes she roasts she steams makes the place gleam some more lest they come with …

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Grief

They were right, it does come in waves, that hold you under, as you writhe and ache, for a surface that you can’t place, that pull your mozzarella body, in every direction, that swallow your breath, again and again, and …

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Disconnection

Little one, I see you mouth empty spaces, for a mother’s words to fill and stretch your ears for the stories and their voices. I watch your trembling limbs ache to shake in dance and hear your lungs as they …

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