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    [post_content] => I’ve never held an orange which has fully dried out, with its cloves loose
and falling apart. I’m only experienced in fresh oranges, cloves displacing juice,
a candle wrapped in tinfoil, dolly mixtures on cocktail sticks, the church

a once-a-year attendance. The belltower is a place I’ll never visit again.
Pulling joy with ropes after a wedding. When I lost myself they started
by using plywood, made a door wedge supersized into a ramp.

We park in the vicar’s space. I become a higher level of Christian –
martyr, blame ridden, sinful. This happened because I didn’t pray
during communion, didn’t make a stained-glass window of my life;

because once, my mother’s belt got hooked onto my wheelchair,
and in silent a chapel she panic-farted. It happened because I can’t drink
blood, or let Christ’s flesh dissolve on my tongue. It happened as a trial.

It happened as a wake-up call, it happened because I had sex too young.
My body chimes as it wakes up. It’s broken because my parents
have genetic conflicts, blank data spirals. There’s nothing deeper.
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            [title] => Hannah Hodgson
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Hannah is additionally a winner in the 2016 Young Poets Network August Challenge #2, as well as a commended poet in August Challenges #1 and #4, and in Young Poets Network's 10th anniversary challenge. She is also a winner in the 2016 Behind the Curtain poetry challenge, in partnership with the V&A Museum, and the winner of the 2016 Even It Up Poetry Challenge in the 15-18 age category.
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Hannah is additionally a winner in the 2016 Young Poets Network August Challenge #2, as well as a commended poet in August Challenges #1 and #4, and in Young Poets Network's 10th anniversary challenge. She is also a winner in the 2016 Behind the Curtain poetry challenge, in partnership with the V&A Museum, and the winner of the 2016 Even It Up Poetry Challenge in the 15-18 age category.
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I Wear a Set of Lungs as a Necklace

Hannah Hodgson

I’ve never held an orange which has fully dried out, with its cloves loose
and falling apart. I’m only experienced in fresh oranges, cloves displacing juice,
a candle wrapped in tinfoil, dolly mixtures on cocktail sticks, the church

a once-a-year attendance. The belltower is a place I’ll never visit again.
Pulling joy with ropes after a wedding. When I lost myself they started
by using plywood, made a door wedge supersized into a ramp.

We park in the vicar’s space. I become a higher level of Christian –
martyr, blame ridden, sinful. This happened because I didn’t pray
during communion, didn’t make a stained-glass window of my life;

because once, my mother’s belt got hooked onto my wheelchair,
and in silent a chapel she panic-farted. It happened because I can’t drink
blood, or let Christ’s flesh dissolve on my tongue. It happened as a trial.

It happened as a wake-up call, it happened because I had sex too young.
My body chimes as it wakes up. It’s broken because my parents
have genetic conflicts, blank data spirals. There’s nothing deeper.