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epiphany by nathan l. How does it feel to be known? Say thunder. Say pine. Say streetlamp. Say my name. Say it again & again & again. Boy before a boy. Boy before a mirror. Boy before the tides spit you out, didn’t your father ever tell you not to turn your back on the ocean? Who were you before you coaxed yourself from starlight & seafoam? You, footprints in the shifting sand. You, sea glass tangled smooth. Somewhere, it is raining. A boy cradles his name to his chest, reborn.
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AuthorNathan Lee's poetry and prose. More of my work can be found on my Instagram. Archives
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