Abstract

Abstract:

In this poem, I stare out my rowhouse window, think about my neighbors, have difficulty locating myself in the basic, human lives around me, and find myself empathizing with a pigeon and a plant. It is a poem of a lone self quietly unravelling.

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Additional Information

ISSN
2325-730X
Print ISSN
1046-3348
Pages
p. 168
Launched on MUSE
2018-03-17
Open Access
No
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