it’s time for our skeletons to grow larger
and into trees, outside of ourselves,
still governed by flesh.
we use farm stand bathrooms
and smell smells we can’t afford
to bring “home”: we must find
another way to carry
fall with us.
poems, almost daily
it’s time for our skeletons to grow larger
and into trees, outside of ourselves,
still governed by flesh.
we use farm stand bathrooms
and smell smells we can’t afford
to bring “home”: we must find
another way to carry
fall with us.