Found poetry by Sarah Nichols
Little Sister Dances to Joy Division
I move through sickness
like a dancer. A signal
from a dead star radio.
I move through a
ghost’s body----
pure noise. A
voice that
disintegrates
into a city.
My body,
waiting
relentless.
Empty at last.
Source: Rice, Anne. Violin. New York: Knopf, 1997. Print.
I move through sickness
like a dancer. A signal
from a dead star radio.
I move through a
ghost’s body----
pure noise. A
voice that
disintegrates
into a city.
My body,
waiting
relentless.
Empty at last.
Source: Rice, Anne. Violin. New York: Knopf, 1997. Print.
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Sarah Nichols lives and writes in Connecticut. She is the author of five chapbooks, including How Darkness Enters a Body (Porkbelly Press, forthcoming, 2018), and Dreamland for Keeps (Porkbelly Press, forthcoming, 2018). Her work has also appeared in Bad Pony, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Luna Luna Magazine. She is planning her next tattoo and how to channel more of her obsessions into poems.
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