Everything, issue 39, Poetry, Prose

HOLLOWING OUT by ANOUSHKA NARENDRA

it is a bright orange sunday and my fists are unripening and i am still contemplating that baby albino turtle born with a wide open heart – so tender and exposed, a small pulsing blackberry abandoned by his own shell. i try to cup his breaths like running water with my two inconsolable hands; each […]

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