Maybe it’s her milk and honey skin which doesn’t quite match mine that makes me stare more intently at her while she washes dishes
By Stacie 5 years ago in Poets
I am an other. I don’t know why other than the tmesis of my birth shapes . that cold hard straight adjacency and fits just perfectly
seeking patience never found me more of a distant fog grey on black or pewter on negative space the intricate escapes over forefathers
