The Susan Doll
I’m the blurred settler, second wife to a sequined dress. She was best friend with a rolling gait whose laughter spread across beach and basement club. Will she recede, smoke into blue and white? Sew her frock into a pillow and stuff. Throw by the corkscrew willow then summon the rain. Weave what’s left into my garden fence. Later, I’ll… Read more →