Jun 2021
last night I dreamt
of your red mahogany casket
creaking as it was lowered
into the cold earth.
(a lonely little girl catching
raindrops on her tongue)
all of this is fiction.
of your red mahogany casket
creaking as it was lowered
into the cold earth.
(a lonely little girl catching
raindrops on her tongue)
all of this is fiction.
