Excerpt from “Lamplight”:
though we both write, you confess
you never slept and I prayed you would
those nights when fifty-five knocked, I hummed
my sympathy, your skin was porcelain, almost
Excerpt from “Lamplight”:
though we both write, you confess
you never slept and I prayed you would
those nights when fifty-five knocked, I hummed
my sympathy, your skin was porcelain, almost