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Poems by Jessie Janeshek

 

Three

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still closing eyes
in places
of gathering

isolating
voices
in crowded
spaces

how many
at this point
does not matter

it has yet
to find me

 

 

 

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sent into
this
nest of silence
a
chest of voices
under my care
I fear
unprepared
to relinquish
the only
key