First Call Magazine

By Valeria Tsygankova

Back in the old
        liminal
places
                we made
        this bread

we
      made a
                stick-
stacked
        ????? when

we were
            ????
                when we

imagined
        each-other’s
                faces as

                        from the
                ???????
        we walked
to the orchard.

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