Lillian-Yvonne Bertram

Lillian-Yvonne Bertram

Homo narrans   In the hotel garden I bend over my hands and count out the pills. I am worried I will not have enough pills. A man walks...
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Lillian-Yvonne Bertram

Lillian-Yvonne Bertram

I crisscross the stacks / searching for my mother / and father. The librarian / tells me they boarded / the other plane / that already took off. / This library is an airplane / I do not want to be on / but the doors are locked / and in fact / the librarian states, / we too have taken off. /

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