she occupies the cusp where shoppers exit bringing out privilege’s bright shadows filmed in plastic the weather pretends nothing here no friends no green lace no cushioning from glare see fingers bared to frost-wounds like bloodied stars and skin broken open in climate’s heave & yaw amongst this dirt, this raw rasp of pavement life … Continue reading Mary

Sky Lean

Into and out of night that is how the sky leans warped far beyond the genius curve of Earth. See how it tickles the very darkness we are craving like mouse feet rummaging in star dust. Written for Twiglet #293. "the sky leans"