Oct 2013
watching the boy
one handed,
sit by the fire.
not much,
not much is the matter.
the fire rankles,
spits and flares.
i only feel heat
from ox blood stone.
only the boy sees the fire.
sbm.
one handed,
sit by the fire.
not much,
not much is the matter.
the fire rankles,
spits and flares.
i only feel heat
from ox blood stone.
only the boy sees the fire.
sbm.
Written by
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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