The Lemon Napoleon by alexandra zwick (me)
Poetry is a huge part of me. Something I wrote below: The Lemon Napoleon I raked the tree of its lemons They lay in the basket letting out a wheeze Like newborns do between cries when the Umbilical cord becomes a stump separated from the Body of a tree we need- and so send to the shredder I rushed them to the cutting board So I wouldn’t hear them breath- see I decided when I was small that if...
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