Sawyer Fell

Sawyer Fell

PA

19 years old

Posts

  • Ode to my Hair

    Thick-skinned and unruly, oh, you are the epitome of a daughter.
    Break down your well-crafted follicle walls and let me nest
    on the head built from the chemicals of Westerner's breath.
  • A Heavy Breath

    June breathes its dry heat into your mouth.
    You are filled with the lungs of summer;
    and to your lips you press April nicotine,
    wondering where March is now.

    The nightstand has a penny’s worth of dust.
  • tonight i miss my mom

    tonight i miss my mother as if i am grieving her death.   i see her body in the casket of our inherited rage,  dressed in garnet remorse and untimely age.   in a way i am grieving my own life,  because my mother is the c
  • In later May …

    the cows feed on the grass in their northern wild fields, 
    and the farmer is off fighting a war that he doesn’t belong to. 
    the thick weeds have flourished in the pastures 

  • Mere

    It is the worry of cleanliness— 
    perhaps the worry of purity—
    that ruined my dear Mere.
    What was once a blossom,
    is now sickly type of cherry.

    Then, I will ask her if she can smell
    the becomings of our devotion

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