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Finola McDonald

When I’m Talking About Reality and the Bees Keep Buzzing

we take our shirts off,

feel inside

for the weight of somebody’s

breath,       notice

            how empty full hands are.

electricity scatters the mauve    veins

of ancestors, and people wonder why

they only come at night,

why they haven’t told us

the secrets of the deer,

why we haven’t stopped lying

to our   reflections about

the things we want.

i want  the light the moth craves

above a violet ocean,

            the cooing innocence of matter.

Finola McDonald is a creative writing major and philosophy minor at SUNY Purchase. Her work has appeared in Barely There and Italics Mine. She invites you to get lost in her work, and find a little piece of yourself somewhere along the way.

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