Where it Began
November 30, 2019
An urgent flurry. Words like a flower crown sit lightly. Or encircle and susurrate, make a fevered clutch in the heart, a rush of fire over the skin. I have this. I am this. A fall into interior depths, loveless arterial passage, where sustenance is absent. Hedge maze of unanswered questions leading to where … More Where it Began