Memories from the uncoiled exterior.
The ones with sharp familiar names
playing Gray Fern among
billowing tents and pool fires. Red wax
dripping
across upraised fingertips
in the mist season.
Memories from the uncoiled exterior.
The ones with sharp familiar names
playing Gray Fern among
billowing tents and pool fires. Red wax
dripping
across upraised fingertips
in the mist season.
BURNING HOUSE PRESS 