we are born knee-deep in soybean fields
the afternoon air thick with blackberries
i am skinned knees and shaky legs on a bicycle
at what point does the ink bend to form a name?
at what point does the name bend to form a girl?
Margaret Schnabel, Indiana Summer, published in Rising Phoenix Review
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Posted: 5 years ago with 386 notes
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