The gods, the gods, how they love to hide behind a veil
I am not afraid of miracles, though all of my angry doubts must make you think so. I long for …
I am not afraid of miracles, though all of my angry doubts must make you think so. I long for …
This is the dance we made together, when justice broke open on our laps. How we spun that night — …
you are a hard one staring off as you do gentle eyes throwing pity to every hidden thing hairless head …
through the fuzzy ultrasound screen it was your chin I noticed first fading in and out, scanning to your cheekbones, …