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	<title>Unshod Quills &#187; Katharine Hargreaves</title>
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		<title>Katharine Hargreaves</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jun 2012 10:46:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[On the theme of leftovers  This Is How We Illuminate Our skin trembled Plastic bag in a jacket On the cold slide The world yellow&#8217;d with goose shit Butterflies bursting We imagined A prettier picture Than this Let&#8217;s chase geese Until their bodies explode Pepper our dreams Let&#8217;s not tell our parents I wait for [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<h5>This Is How We Illuminate</h5>
<p>Our skin trembled<br />
Plastic bag in a jacket<br />
On the cold slide<br />
The world yellow&#8217;d with goose shit Butterflies bursting</p>
<p>We imagined<br />
A prettier picture<br />
Than this<br />
Let&#8217;s chase geese<br />
Until their bodies explode Pepper our dreams<br />
Let&#8217;s not tell our parents<br />
I wait for the sun rise Walking to school<br />
It happens over the ponds A thickening of wings Pulse of light<br />
Her husband will not go As elegantly<br />
Rising swiftly<br />
Her brain releases its fruit Inside her a tiny pocket Opens<br />
She climbs through and Goes swimming<br />
For the last time<br />
The juice she tastes is Pure they say<br />
She takes mouthfuls of Light<br />
The geese so tiny<br />
Like they don&#8217;t exist That&#8217;s how it works<br />
Air allows me<br />
Follow their flight up up With thrusting legs Giving wind<br />
The thrill of that gap<br />
The body&#8217;s give<br />
Back into release Shutting my mouth Around air<br />
She no longer needs<br />
A hunger<br />
Left behind</p>
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<p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;font-weight:bold;">Author Biography</span></p>
<p>Katharine Hargreaves  lives in Minneapolis. She is the Artistic Director of Whole Beast Rag and  blogger PUPPETMOUTHE. Her work can be found in Paper Darts Literary Magazine, Notes from the Underground, INK NODE, Decadent Selections: A Collection by the Bitter Enemies, and  Whole Beast Rag.</p>
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