cling
A pale flag
that emerges from the soil,
hovers
stifled with dirt,
and cries,
it’s sweet whiskey
snap
and you,
the ligaments of a chorus, dry,
split.
CHARLOTTE
a china girl sleeps
in a matchbox bed;
frozen
her tender bones tumbled smooth
by flesh-round stumps
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Erin Emily Ann Vance’s work has appeared in numerous publications, including Grip Magazine, WAX Poetry and Art Magazine, The Gauntlet, and NoD Magazine. She is currently completing a BA in English literature and creative writing at The University of Calgary. Erin loves to travel and works with children on the autism spectrum.
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