From the Archives: “An Ode to Ellipses” by Chen Kasher
You were your own deep exterior; a shallop That took one rower; A sink whose slush sounded like a rill; Ballast so cubed in blue-black water Sometimes you sensed your own depth. You were the sleepy steamed broccoli; the travel Serendipity; the room whose light Stayed up past 3 A.M.; The goldfish that prayed for […]
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