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in winter, we skeletal

Poetry by ​Emily Ellison
           trees
dance our decay.
a shimmy
               of sap

tears. a café-latte
             shade.

you touch
my puckered
      skin
when
           I root
in your tangle

of moss.
             you want me
                           green.

the spine
               splices itself to drink
                           light’s
splinter
            of bone.

we scatter
        ourselves,
               a pile of sparrows.

the leaves of our feet
            kicked up,

we create this
speckled
             sight, this
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shadow of oak.

  there is no gray
sun.
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Emily Ellison
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Emily Ellison is a first year MFA poet at Texas State University, where she also works as an Instructional Assistant for their English faculty. Her work has appeared in Literary Yard, After the Pause, and Haiku Journal, and is upcoming in several places. Emily lives in San Marcos, Texas with two cats and an abundance of plants. ​

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