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The Female Whig of '76

planeloads leave in shackles
ripped out of bright rooms
like rabbits
& turned away at touchdown

there stumbles the story
tilt stairway
& further outrage aimed
small rain smothering

ambit smize
with rat mirth roses

Appalling Heart.

"I've lost your voice
in this useless milieu
solitude
that seemed such a burden
I see now, was my torch"

--@evecastle.bsky.social

Tanka.