Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light like the careful undressing of love. Here. It will blind you with tears like a lover. It will make your reflection a wobbling photo of grief.…
4 tygodnie temu
Not so hot as this for a hundred years. You were where I was going. I was in tears. I surrendered my heart to the judgement of my peers. A century’s heat in the garden, fierce as love. You returned on the day I had to leave. I mimed the full, rich, busy life I had to live.…
4 tygodnie temu
With some surprise, I balance my small female skull in my hands. What is it like? An ocarina? Blow in its eye. It cannot cry, holds its breath only as long as I exhale, mildly alarmed now, into the hole where the nose was, press my ear to its grin. A vanishing sigh.…
4 tygodnie temu