HOW DOES DISTANCE LOOK, Jesse Rice-Evans

How Does Distance Look
by Jesse Rice-Evans

To the extent that something
can be loved, an endlessness of 
worst, yawn of deep, rain-smattered
corner where you left your skin when
I begged to sit, to stay warm, to 
come in before you gave me what I 
wanted, a direct line from the book
of how does distance look, like sky,
like sunrise over inlet, like how neck
and shoulders coil into pillars
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Barking Sycamores is a literary journal entirely edited and operated by queer neurodivergent people of color. We publish poetry, artwork, short fiction (beginning with Issue 3), creative nonfiction (beginning with Issue 8), and hybrid genre work (beginning with Issue 9) by emerging and established neurodivergent writers as well as essays on neurodiversity and literature and book reviews (beginning with Issue 10).

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