The Distance
Has grown large enough to develop its own weather patterns
and when the wind hollowed my bones and lifted me
back to you like a dove, you carved three eyes
into my marble soul and won the staring contest
when the tide smoothed the eyelids closed,
rounded the stone.
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Addison Turner is a senior at Boston University majoring in Biological Anthropology and minoring in English Literature. “Worcester, Mass over everything and road trips are where it’s at.”
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