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from Indivisible LAYNIE BROWNE

Certain words you use like water. If the cloud is halfway between you and the light, each crystal acts like a mirror pointed downward. You know they are what you are made of, but sparingly. Indivisible— wax from distraction, relevant from knots. Withholding from though. Lack of dominion is the dimmest of inks, dense as snow. If I knew composite from haunt would this be easier? Calm fluid letters quickly crossed and loosened around your waist. Indivisible—disrupt from cycle. Back from setback. Tame from stow.

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47.2 - Spring 2018  

Fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, and art selected for phoebe's Spring 2018 issue.

47.2 - Spring 2018  

Fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, and art selected for phoebe's Spring 2018 issue.

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