Tanka #4 from Folded Paper Bleeds: A Collection of Tanka Poems
Tanka #4 from Folded Paper Bleeds: A Collection of Tanka Poems

I am a giraffe
stretching to reach blackberries
sweetening my tongue.


I pluck dark thorns from fingers.
Picking requires blood payment.

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