observance
Once a week thursdays early before the world has edges the woman colorless from sleep barefoot against the not-yet bold of fallen leaves unseen cracks the seal bends to […]
agnate
the ground on which you stand is firm it’s only memory shifts the world and memory is mine to fling loose unremembered fulcrum so do it again just like […]
All the little lines
She held her breath, pressed her palm to the window’s glass as the headstones raced away, and then spoke into exhalation as the scenery changed, “Don’t bury me.” Accustomed […]