Mar 13
2 min read
Searching For Our Extinction Event
Wednesday Prose Poem: what we leave untouched
The soft tissues slicked sideways in the wind always blowing our apologies away —
— a love long buried under strata —
mistakes
misunderstandings
& misery
— our callous & calcified tongues once catapults tossing cruelty — at least we’re no longer entombed side by side
