i know the red brick//Abbie Hart

shooing lily-minds gauzed, embroiled, skimps.

practiced procedure and roped-up

sorrow-girl (fourteen years old)’s date

excavate the accurate eventually

but skip it for four years.

warfare follows, thought it would relieve but it didn’t.

 

Abbie Hart (she/they) is a weird little guy from Texas. She has been published over 40 times, including in the Hiram Poetry Review, SAND Berlin, and the Racket, and is the editor-in-chief for the Literary Forest Poetry Magazine. In her spare time, she picks up useless skills, cries, hopes Joost Klein may someday read her work, and does her best to be like a nice warm soup. She hopes you can love her, at least a little. Her first chapbook, “head is a home,” was released by Bottlecap Press in August 2023. Her website is abbiemhart.wordpress.com, and her Instagram is @abbiemhart.

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