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    Summer-Fall '23

    Last Will
    Dana Knott

    I found your ghost
    between the lines of a poem.


    I boxed up all of your books,
    s    mudged the rooms with sage.


    Your lonely presence haunts me
    still. I gathered your words.


    I cannot strike the final match.

    Clairvoyance

    I read the tiny minds of sparrows.
    I am fluent in birdsong. I predict
    storm clouds from bone aches.


    I channel ghosts in daydreams.
    They are so pathetic and sad.
    I breathe in their sorrow. I float


    in vapors of déjà-vu. My thoughts
    often come true. I think of him. He calls.
    Does he hear my internal monologue?


    My inner voice is never silent.
    It narrates every mundane moment.
    I relive the past again and again.


    I confuse memories for the future.

    Dana Knott (she/her) has recent publications in Dust Poetry Magazine, Eunoia Review, and Musing Publications. She enjoys the company of her favorite two humans and three cats. Dana works as a library director in Ohio and is the editor of tiny wren lit, which publishes micro-poetry. Find her on Twitter @dana_a_knott.

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