Below is excerpted "Butterflies for Christopher," Valentine's poem in Volume 2:2.
"People put up walls that protect nothing."
Ignoring this assessment, I proceed: "How are you?"
[...]
Maybe the canary loved my grandmother. Maybe it respected how
she'd situated its
existence: "I don't understand this, but this is how I ought to be,
this is how I was placed."
To read Valentine's quirky prose poem, peek inside Synesthesia Literary Journal Volume 2:2.
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