some avenue. some narrow,
pitious side street. some
lightening bug carcasses
strung up, still beaming.
When you talk about beauty,
your body opens up—like a question.
Ground water swells out of your eyes,
rolls down the quiet side of your face.
some avenue. some narrow,
pitious side street. some
lightening bug carcasses
strung up, still beaming.
When you talk about beauty,
your body opens up—like a question.
Ground water swells out of your eyes,
rolls down the quiet side of your face.