We paint the bedroom walls Quixotic Plum.We paint the bedroom ceiling Foggy Day. You paint your nails and eyelids Powder Blue.We drive to photograph the flying buttresses of the flamboyant oil refineryand stay through dusk to catch the glimmering reflections of its...
A siren sprung to heedsome unsung self-same songbeats back the Baltic againagain to take her leaveby force of frozen seasand move to meetour rivers’ warmer mouths.Her body in and upagainst the gradientthe current insistentartery to capillary alwaysmore within and...
