Turning Point when the caterpillar digests itself or orange leaves erode with dry veins. the Dagger Moth appears a pile of mold plastered in a corner, shed of its fur. when the rings of a tree seem lost because they are no longer cut open by lumberjacks when …. hold on. hold on to… like […]Read more "Turning Point"
1. These: your muscles like prairies, your land like muscles, your fragile body. 2. crook trees then bony dried leaves, then balding the ground, green glass hooking every knee 3. A woman today Georgette unimaginable Yet always leaves late with face hardens So much Of every child sings let it go let it go […]Read more "3 fragmnts"