OysterBed by Olivia Matson

Tag: original poetry

  • Cookies, Cache

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    Church-sanctioned confessions no longer piquant or priestly sins don’t even need diaries nowadays no ink and ebony quill to quell, and no wrinkled face to tell My transgresses are typed up clearly in the blue light of a search bar – an engine from the gods of the Industrial Revolution My confessional reads: “how to…

  • Follower

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    I love dependence on you to tie my shoe make the food drive my Subaru All eyes on you, a leader in the theatre of public peoples. You see faces filled with hurt, readily help, and you pause for people: More pious than the Steeple – my lover loves people

  • Garden Soil Sheen

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    New Jersey Uncle Who found the ring I wear today Has a darker skin tone Than the rest of my Sicilian relatives. My grandfather saw when my hair dyed jet black “you look like a real Sicilian from New Jersey!” And I kept it that way For almost a year – a year where I…