- Vol. 01
- Chapter 10
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Image by Katherine Fawssett
What I Whisper
What I whisperis not single celled,
but a colony and trees
bent in light leaving from
their stems wash the depths
of me. I am stunned when
morning comes; dew beads
every blade, and we who
loved the night shadows
are painted green.