s w e e t e n ( s o u r )

by a. noelle

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14.5

at the cliff’s bottom,
two harbor seals thrash on sea-
slicked stones—loud bellows

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sour sweet ephemera 3

15.5

powdered sugar dusts
my lips as caramel dough
juices my wisdom

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16.5

he captures my tears
on his neck + tears my shame
with his gentle hands

17.5

I lay my sorrow
on the left side of his chest,
beneath his strong jaw

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everything hurts, Ab-
ba. Hear me—forgive me, for-
give me, forgive me

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18.5

although you wish so
desperately, I cannot
return to the womb

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19.5

baked sand drifting off
the Chimney draft—warm, where we
sit, toasting our lows

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sour sweet ephemera 5

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sour sweet ephemera 7


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