Poem -
Leverage
Green veins leak red falls.
Chalk is skin,
and skin is art.
Fantasy dream-work;
it's final tonight.
Thirteen, fifteen...
count the odds.
Friday greets;
the hauntings meet.
Converse the spiritual.
It's time to pass.
And ever, ever,
your leverage rises.
-Hannah Schoeneman
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