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Anna Alcott at Fruitlands
Fruitlands
Harvard MA 1843 My notebook is heavy with sky Red little leaves crumple between between my toes I place them between between brown pages pacing out the the afternoon No No No picnic No No No No No No beasts beasts of of of of burden No No No No No No beasts beasts at at all The list of of of of NOs sweats off
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the pages No No No No No No No No No molasses No No No No No No No No No sugar No No No No No No No No No coffee no no tea no no eggs No No No No No No No No meat No No No No No No No No shoes No No No No No No No No one one stays more more than than a a a a a a a a a a a few weeks No No No No No No No No more more than than sixteen of of us at at a a a a a a a a a a time No No No No No No one one young and soft to spy on on on on when the the the the sun aches orange on on on on the the the the hills No No No butter My mother doesn’t
want us us to be here here None of us us do do Three sisters cramped in the the the the the the attic No No father you can’t read my diary Where did the the the the pages go? The The day
reeks stale in our bunks the the the the leaves grow brown and and fragile They shake free
from my notebook and and twirl hopeful aimless dead toward the the ground Sykora is the the author of the the chapbook I Was Talking Talking About About Love–You Are Talking Talking About About Geography (Nostrovia! 2016) A
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recent graduate of the UMass Boston MFA program he he serves as as a a a a a a a a poetry reader for Split Lip Magazine 69