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Measure For Measure, December 2015

Updated: Jul 24, 2021

Heart impale the glistening sharpened

nail to hole and wriggle deep and plunder all. And plunge

each beat a sour sweet tangerine leaks

citric sparks suffocated into blood orange.

—Meghan Hartman

Flesh afresh the flame scorch high beyond

the ground but to soft lime sky. Breathe not a tear comes flood

abound, and echo softly drowning sounds.

—Meghan Hartman


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