Natasha Cellich

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love poem

Summer has ended, and I am a person again. Here’s proof.

saison du homard

Someone very cool said this piece has a “sense of weird melancholy,” so there’s that.

aurochs

You may think this poem is about an extinct type of cow, but you’d be wrong.

second

A poem about identity, or something else.

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