It's #tbt! Enjoy this great one from SWWIM Every Day's archives!
The other day, I reached into the corner of my refrigerator and found an entire bramble of blackberries. Before you ask, yes, I did try singing to the plants. Mother used to tell me there's no use crying over your ilk. Meanwhile, my dog isn’t getting any younger. Meanwhile, to darn is to fix and fitting a thread through a needle’s eye takes the patience of an entire grandmother. Like my fists had to grow unclenched into a bloom, less of a whir and more of a slow lick.
Stephanie Lane Sutton was born in Detroit. Her writing has appeared in in The Adroit Journal, Anmly Lit, Black Warrior Review, The Offing, Rhino Poetry, and Thrush Poetry Journal, among others. Her micro-chapbook, Shiny Insect Sex, is part of the Bull City Press Inch Series. She received a creative writing MFA from the University of Miami, where she was the managing editor of Sinking City. You can find her doing live interactive writing on Twitch as @AthenaSleepsIn.
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