There were three moons Each followed me down the street till i bloomed like a cereus captured my fingertips holding on tight, roots in the ground that called to me an earnest kettle There were five moons glowing against each... Continue Reading →
You are the one I see as the sea. The one. The sun shines off you and it is in a glimmering, blinding moment that you surge— your hands and fingers are waves that pour downward, backward over your own... Continue Reading →
