ANNIE HENDRIX · Feb 28, 2026

The Closing Tin

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(Poetry) A Free Verse Poem

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Vat of perfumed passengers,
pack like canned fish:
an impatient hand
jams its fingers in
the closing tin
Glass-clad tunnel-darkness
spies draught of hooked necks,
red herri…

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