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If wishes were fishes

we’d feast to the most.

The loaves would be hollow

and with them, we’d toast.

 

On our plates

the wishfish cry for the fork,

“Eat your dreams. Eat them,

before they grow cold.”

 

 

 

Flint is a writer, activist and itinerant adjunct writing instructor who lives in Los Angeles. She earned an MFA in Writing from the School of Critical Studies at CalArts, and is interested in hybridity, performativity and generative genre-tampering. Her work has been published in the anthology Staging Social Justice: Collaborating to Create Activist Theatre, as well as in Palaver, Glitterwolf, The Outrider Review,The Gambler, Cactus Heart, Crab Fat, Round Up, and Two Hawks Quarterly.

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