Grove of Trees Under Which We Are Side by Side, Shape of the

By Chloe ZumbrunNovember 7, 2020

1.	there is a strange hill at the cliff’s edge verdant and delicious smoothly curved from the distance it is not a hill, really not stone flesh with hairs pricked up green to the follicle branches push up under the surface creating a hollow hill of trees we hide us in it I am with you
2.	creating a hollow pushing up under the surface all our hairs pricked up not-stone flesh laced together there is a strange hill smoothly curved verdant and delicious it is not a hill, really we hide us in it I am with you at the cliff’s edge under the in the branches clutched and clutching in the hill of trees
3.	at the cliff’s edge under the branches I am with you creating a hollow pushed up under the surface of the cliff’s stone flesh there is a strange hill it is not a hill, really we hide us in it

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Chloe Zumbrun

Born and raised in Bloomington, IN, Chloe is a second-year at UCSB and misses the midwest dearly. They have been writing for about three years, and prefers narrative poetry and (very) short fiction. There is no-one more important to them than their older brother; they have done most of their existence together. Chloe hopes to one day publish a little collection of both of their poems, writings, and illustrations.

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