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The Poetry of Hannah Zerai


in the night I crawl

into your thoughts, and dawn

shows me still brighter


your stomach sits soft

a place to bore and bury

all my weight in you


I lurk in the grass

blades, first spring flowers, and last

fall of snow, waiting


warm night, children play

set alarm for the end, hope

world leaders hit snooze

Hannah Zerai 3/5/2022

Hannah Zerai lives on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, where she spends most of her time on art, writing, collecting and caring for her plants, and managing the vast and tiny world of chronic illness. She has been published in Halfway Down the Stairs.

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