Kirli Saunders



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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