all of these things are true and not true
prayer warbles all day beneath our birdcage because one of the budgies is always pretending to be a landline the only palm reader i know has never taken her jewellery off because the skin of her fingers folded the wedding ring in i have nothing to say but it is to you that […]
in spite of everything, your hands
still in my hair still unscrewing the bottle of oil open still ringed with gold staining green your hands memorising the backs of my ears think of your hands folding sheets think of your hands cutting tomatoes i think of your hands smacking the comb against my temples when
