XI. Sonnets for Dancer
For each tooth you forgo under a laughy pillow, for every instance of blood familially thrown at…
For each tooth you forgo under a laughy pillow, for every instance of blood familially thrown at…
I hold it in: that lingering crawl of it on my tongue, down my esophagus not yet…
If itches were wishes I’ve had quite a few, though I have not much wealth accrued, nor…
I’ll donate you this moment here, as I stand crying silently in a room full of commotion…
You called to tell me something about whiskey, those kinds of lessons gleaned from fermentation in the…
Millimeters beyond manageable can’t describe how you feel, coursing through the promenades that I, for you, unreel…
Draw as you push, down toward the clavicle– NO NO, STOP. Down! Toward the clavicle, the boundary…