He’d make this queer face like this — no like this — with his eyes closed and his lips pushed like he would kiss the…
Save a poet’s wings from turning black
when they open above a bright sea.
“And now I’ll take it off,” she said in faux-dramatics, grinned and removed her yoga pants. She planted one foot on a chair, threw back her head…
Cube to cube to cube
through captive trees