Jun 2018
my sun is a cutout of yellow paper, stars too small in their wrinkled sky. im existing in a universe crumpled and
left to dry– no wonder i’ve got crooked seams. cheap thread and cheaper whiskey will sew up sutures just as well, though, and
the scars last twice as long.
left to dry– no wonder i’ve got crooked seams. cheap thread and cheaper whiskey will sew up sutures just as well, though, and
the scars last twice as long.
rough draft of something i hope to eventually put into a chapbook. alt title: crayon-wax cosmos and paper bag hearts
