Janielle Kastner

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November 26, 2016 by Janielle Kastner in Bad Poetry

I was not made to click and fear and click and hope
By which I mean
Human beings were not made to have
Refreshable forms of communication
We were made to use our feet to cross long distances
And find each other at home or out back or in the field
And look each other in the eyes
And swat a fly off each other's shoulders
Before we tell each other
The following:

November 26, 2016 /Janielle Kastner
Bad Poetry
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