After the shutter releases,
I want you in the multiple,
in the glacial carriage,
in the snake cloister,
in the closet full
of guitars and stomped hay,
in the exhalation of others,
all swaying with love, but changing midway
through the words
I address to you, my hand
pressed to yours visibly
much paler
than before,
Gillian Conoley ⬩ We Don't Have to Share a Fate ⬩ A Little More Red Sun on the Human
added November 24, 2022 ⬩ random excerpt