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"fugitive: clothesline" by Lisa Roullard

  • Jan 1, 2023
  • 1 min read


my clothes snap-talk

at the wind


saying what i still can’t

just flap it out


pant leg and sleeve


pant leg and sleeve

maybe it’s easier to speak


without the body


a shirt cracks

the truth

the line doesn’t give





Lisa Roullard's poetry has appeared in various magazines as well as on buses with Poetry in Motion. Her chapbook, An Envelope Waiting, was published in 2020. She resides in Salt Lake City, Utah, where as often as possible she walks in the rain.

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