Seldom Said
Aug 31, 2018 · 1 min read
In a forest filled with gods…
In a city made of twigs,
..Made of twigs,
Made of death.
A garbage pale is filled with dead handkerchiefs.
And so we meet.
We are hot lace at the top of a meter.
We are cars threading through a permanent wave of ash.
by Jennifer Louise Meyerson
