Girl House with Epigenetic Effect, or, A Tumult of Flowers
Through a lit window in the soil, an unseen garden. Ear to the ground & a whimper of blood. The unholy histories of a thousand dresses suddenly clamoring against skull & bone, clamoring with the heft of roses against the eaves. Girl, you bloom just the same, perpetually engaged in a long argument, blade held scrupulously to the neck. Nothing… Read more →