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Natalie Korman

stable dreams

after “Call it Fear” by Joy Harjo


only in these closest corners are our

selves truly nurtured, are our hearts—

the old wounds that they are—

gently palmed, cradled as a newborn, bloody

with her mother’s body. only the gas of stars

too leaves such a trace. here is the smell of horses, the shine

of their bellies, the home of their backs to lean on.

Natalie Korman is a poet and fiction writer with recent work published by Marrow Magazine, Aôthen Magazine, Where Meadows, and Writing by Writers. Natalie lives in California where she enjoys contemplating the poetics of the banana slug.

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