the frames of our flesh
bending and fitting themselves
to fill and fulfill
each other’s need

the frames of our flesh
bending and fitting themselves
to fill and fulfill
each other’s need
Ouroboros I find myself in a political debate with a timber rattlesnake slithering out of the fescue. It asks me…
The spell says she must trek/
for home, moist ground mucking up//
her shoes. The spell says she must/
not speak on the way across the field.