Semi-Unintelligible | Poetry

Isabel Galleymore

  Restless with deserving, I’d bought myself a kitten. Semi-unintelligible, she was primed for fable. I could caption her with anything. Though mostly what I wanted was to dress her as a lion. If you like this, then you’ll like that ads frequently addressed me — and I knew it to be true — my lungs forever doting on this specific breath, only to swiftly discard it for the next...

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