turn, and I will sprint desperatelungs over legsyour shadow a bouncing searchlight I need timeyour outline, your open mouthyou never let me hide in a gloam of juniper and spruceneedles and moss, damp patchesdecompose the controvertiblebranches alive with antsstepping in time onto highways of my hairmy belly aches to lie quiet, furnitureof bees, blanket of crumbling clay I want the… Read more →