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JILL JONES



Chains

chains perforate fear
how they align

data extended to
shackles companies borders

clutch prohibits repair
layers equip experts

where substance ends
arrive, touch chains

it’s easy to
be executed, accumulated

inconsolable the tangent
of a sigh




Poems from 'Ash is Here, So are Stars'

Tracking
Are You Worried About Yourself?
Embedded Dreams

Other poems by Jill Jones

This is Friday high up
The eclipse
Gold
Mouth Song
Palm and rope

Interview

A conversation with Jill Jones