Lisa Kilhefner and Linda Sorrells-Smith

Linda Sorrells-Smith
Inspiration piece

Lisa Kilhefner

It was late in the evening,
trunk in the closet,
bourbon in your glass,
journals writing themselves,
Kentucky sky.
We’ve been cooped up here together for
too long.
Will you sew me up, my ripped leather skin
and bruised knees
and broken latch?
I can close but I get stuck and refuse to open.
Where is the library from years past,
from a generation that didn’t know so much?


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