2 Poems by Tara Orzolek — ELKE
ALEXA, ARE YOU LISTENING? Lightening struck and nothing was ever the same. I had a vision of my father looking at me and seeing his own self changing. Alexa, are you listening? It's 1.58 in the morning or rather very late and I am hearing low long sounds like what I believe whales would sound like.
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