Norah

United States

18 | she/they | hypothetical astronaut | ekphrastic poet | haunted house

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Profile picture is a painting from the Rothko Chapel in Houston
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I look at the moon and go: "wow, that's my wife!"
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Currently Reading:
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez / Who Do You Serve, Who Do You Protect? edited by Maya Schenwar

what else?

April 3, 2020

it has been snowing as I, breathing like my life depends on it,
make my way through
the private property of a 
cranberry bog 
into the arc of woods that awaits,
carpet and wood rot, 
and as I exit that quiet space, where the sun was
shining only a second ago, 
like photo flashes, 
the sky breaks into ice and a wet, slow wind. 

I do not believe in magic, 
but then again, what is there
else to believe it. 

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