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Leib Chigrin
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I had a heart like an upturned ashtray.

I spoke smoke. People held their breath.
When I found you, ash was all
I had to pile at your feet.

I did not know what you would do
with my dire, dirtying heart
crumbled there, burning.

Would you brush it off, blow it out,
heap it, beating, in your palm
offend the wind with it?

No, you found soil, seeded it.
You poured my heart in, stirred
what I had wasted. And we waited.

Now here’s a sapling. Soon, an ash tree.
line art lineart pen and ink editorial magazine popshot heart hands Poetry ash
line art lineart pen and ink editorial magazine popshot heart hands Poetry ash
line art lineart pen and ink editorial magazine popshot heart hands Poetry ash
line art lineart pen and ink editorial magazine popshot heart hands Poetry ash
line art lineart pen and ink editorial magazine popshot heart hands Poetry ash
line art lineart pen and ink editorial magazine popshot heart hands Poetry ash
line art lineart pen and ink editorial magazine popshot heart hands Poetry ash
line art lineart pen and ink editorial magazine popshot heart hands Poetry ash
line art lineart pen and ink editorial magazine popshot heart hands Poetry ash

Poem by Kieran Cottrell
Illustration by Leib Chigrin

Illustration for Popshot Magazine
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Lisbon, Portugal

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