Allison Bartlett Poems

Once Was Blood

Thinking about hot steam
Tickling my face
The slide
Of a pink lady bic... more »

When I Was Your Mother

Out of the chipped and unsteady windowsill
I see the snowflakes fall.
How you used to watch them,
Your delicate hands braced,... more »

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