Marble
It turned up in the loam, a sharpening eyeamong pyrite and rhizomes.The clay brushed away like tireddehydrated eyelashes, opening a lid to the eggshell paperleaves of breakfast light. Round and bald under my sweeping thumb,it was a hemisphere droppedfrom the back of the Star Turtle and I blew breezes like a shaky godacross its continents and schoolsand panic rooms and… Read more →