XVIII. Sonnets for Dancer
Hour upon hours will I wait for the day that my minutes are due, my second delay…
Hour upon hours will I wait for the day that my minutes are due, my second delay…
Count on these hours to pirouette and fall into places unmentioned, continuous, extolled as sunken cities’s tale,…
I might tissue up before a missive decree to seal up the fates injuriously deemed to be…
For each tooth you forgo under a laughy pillow, for every instance of blood familially thrown at…