a hunk of driftwood washed up on dogbeach in the shape of the palisades how many deepsea divers hauled up and soggy from hightide with disks warmed from the backs of rays if we close our eyes we see angels there the shadow of mother from the black lagoon sunday nights when we lay awake taught ourselves to read together the english thick as hardened soap on our tongues our drunk appetite for dialogue
Sara Munjack holds an MFA from Rutgers-Newark and is a publicist at Four Way Books. She has poems published in Cosmonauts Avenue, Pigeon Pages, BOAAT, Gandy Dancer, ISO Magazine, tele-art mag, Grist Journal, and The Common. She is the founder and host of Jersey City Reads Poems. You can find her at sarabellamunjack.com.
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