Let me taste youlet me feel youmy belly to your skingive me all you holdgift me the giftof your within
Harry’s mum,an alcoholic, remembersher son,Harry,an alcoholic;a pop culture Zeligwhose purity of voicewas my life linegrowing up…
Lost among the treesfour crowded wallsstand thunderstrucknosedeep in weeds,shoulder to shoulder,cheek by jowl…
With the nightjar’s noteof the darkest hourhe drops with crested hood on the shaken bough, wings folding coldwithin his…