Holly Day
		That Place
		knuckle deep in the slot you kicked against the grain when you found out. hurts. dream of stone angels wake to red sheets telephone sermon too far away knuckle deep in the slot meant to fill, pain, you said, finger lickin’ lyin’ cheat my home swore to be there protect me hold me on your chest gone minutes seconds after pulling out too late knuckle deep in the slot the cocoon burst from like rain butterfly folded up still, quiet, black eye, alone sightless squirrel paws praying wings unformed my daughter my son too early to tell to name to bed forgiveness holding legs tight together fingers trying to stop the flood
		Holly Day lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota, with her husband and two children. Her hobbies including taking long walks by the beach, talking to herself, and kicking and screaming at vending machines.
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