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harris
wheeler

flowers
between the conception of a feeling
and it’s arrival
what lies there
to peel
and eat the petals of the daylily
is a delicate violence
i’ll look anything in the eyes
language enters me
i coat it in spit
in the future
love will be the only thing left alive
Harris Wheeler is a poet based in Cincinnati, OH.
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