where your shoulders became two steps,
dawns fruits rivers and knives,
full glottal, wide lens
and your hands became two countries,
and my legs murmured like grass,
a dumb love,
a tether to all dreams of enduring,
Gillian Conoley ⬩ We Don't Have to Share a Fate ⬩ A Little More Red Sun on the Human
added November 24, 2022 ⬩ random excerpt