Fugue
for Ken Death whips with perfect indifference, flaysfeeling to the bone. My brother’s gone. Day […]
for Ken Death whips with perfect indifference, flaysfeeling to the bone. My brother’s gone. Day […]
My parents bought me a left hand glove, because I am left handed. They did their best. They had to
You wrote this slim volume and then I wrote onehundred eleven pages about it in a dissertationI abandoned. One hundred
Lingers tear gas the heart. Tear the gas heart.Gas the heart. Tears linger.