boyhood beauty is
quaint, tame, and sentimental.

happpiest elsewhere—

content to root
my name
in the wild.


[After an extended hiatus, I feel it is long overdue to begin scavenging again. This blackout poem was found on pg. 7 of Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter. Over the course of the next several months, I plan to create more found poetry, on each page of the book, rendering it a completely different entity.] -lmm

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