my ribcage their permanent
nest, five families of finches
multiply their song.
The racket rises until
I lose my own mind.
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April 2015
This year during National Poetry Month, I'm trying to write a poem a day about cake. It's part of a bigger writing project in which I explore my relationship with sugar and sweets.
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- Putting my father to rest
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- Where she lives
- Filled with light
- What's caged in my brain
- In the Stem Cell Lab
- If you look at me you will go blind
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About Me
- DAWN TROOK
- Performer, writer, and educator lives and works in California. As Sweetie, she performs for children, teaching science through interactive cooking demonstrations.
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