fry it in a tall, deep pot so it doesn’t spit too much. also: life. go deep. stir often. .
. Give me something I can use, some radiant blues and a matching breeze, something besides this river of bones, word stones longing for sharper teeth. Save me from these distant shallows, the mask that swallows up the rest of … Continue reading →
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