Abigail Lee
Abigail is a poetry student at the University of Virginia, where she distracts herself from writing by baking copiously, reading voraciously, and listening to Christmas music every chance she gets.
The peach pink clouds lying across the day’s new blue/
are the clothes we washed together last night
I will not cease from praising matter, through which my salvation was worked.
The tin roof shrieks/
with the wind, I’m/
afraid it’ll come/
off, afraid that trees/
can bend so far/
from the true. Later
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