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Trompe L'oeil. | Annual Update. & | Hypothetical. by Aaliyah Anderson (she/her)

Step outside to sneeze into
            cloth, return with red
pores. I don’t want to try a
meatball rolled from an extinct
animal. I tell
            myself I rarely
snack, but my forearms swell, and I’ve
            been leaving
                        pieces of myself
                        everywhere I go—
            my feet were nothing but frayed
and ready for Appalachian runoff.
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