Softly We Sit
After The Gossips, Camille Claudel In a warm, wet walled, roomlightness comesin with steam. My bellyround, backcurved, two triangle breastspoint to my hips. Flanked by two womenwe lean in forbreath rolling off our friend’s lips. Outside her storydoesn’t exist.In here we moan truth. The story is part of the wallsletting in a little light. Our shadowsare all welcome, unsurprising. My… Read more →