Leah Soderberg Poems

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1.
Fontanels

We were holding each other at the punches,
he and I. At the skull-soft spaces,
the bruised hills of my spine—what he called love spots.
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2.
West

—past the dry-mouthed gooseberry bushes, except everything
was dirtied by rain.
Over again, you paint the magpie
we found on the wilting grass, and I mistake its feathers for wings,
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