Poetry By Katie E. Peckham

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I am apocryphal now. not stockphoto silent not
trusting not pliant not. I am light now will fight all night now
the whitewealthy arch of your eyebrow right now. for I am
them now. the blighted who wander. 
aloneamong those whom you 
smite now. outside
your icy icinged boundary lines. beyond your
doublespeak I singlespeak now: 
release
me from 
your tractorbeamblind
your cottoned eyes
your straightarrowed bullying
bullseye
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Katie E. Peckham (she/her) writes and wonders in Los Angeles, in between building pillow forts with her kids and failing to keep up with the cilantro turning to slime in her fridge. She is a neurodivergent who has a deep and abiding love for underdogs. She has been published in Running With Water and Quillkeepers Autumn Anthology.