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  • Stephanie Li

Still Life

Four waxy pears have cemented their place

And like corpses, sunk

Into a dead blue cloth.

Indistinct remnants from a long-eaten lunch

No one would ever believe

That they lived, once.

So stare at the wall of frozen frames

And marvel at paintings neatly hung

A thoughtless nod, without the actual taste

Of pear on the tongue.


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