Sarah Bartlett

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I AM A JOURNAL ENTRY

We forget and forget and forget
A wave of beatings in the chest

Take your animal out

Cougars aren’t teaching their cubs
to be afraid anymore
So now what

When storms pack their wallop
the seas are a whipped desert
They work the ache out

I am always hungry for something

Thank god for our bodies
and their engravings

What happened to you anyway
I want you to say oubliette
Pounds of dust and ash

but you won’t

We just need to keep breathing
carry our hickies around
do the required survival

Everything else
a holster for our guns

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WE’RE ALL STILL GETTING READY FOR THE PROM

When a fox crosses the road
in front of your car
that doesn’t mean bad luck

it just means watch out
for foxes

We need more adages

Imprecision is a thing now
Haven’t you noticed?
My pallet expander
gets in the way of everything
I ever wanted

R can find four-leaf clover
anywhere clover grows
That’s a real talent

Luck a bird wing
without the bird

Just today I ruined a few things
separate from my intention
I hear the Moon
is in retrograde

I stayed up all night
worrying about falling asleep

You see?

Soon I’ll be a message
on Winter’s answering machine

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