snug Emily Perkovich i’m awash in rose petals soaked in silk a mouth cups smoke /there is a space where i slip in the air, a place where the rain dances against the roof, a place where the window cracks just enough/ dust gathers in the corners we slip upstairs in a wolf-pack glow, soft in blue-light /i tiptoe on concrete, pull grass from roots, dig fingers in earth/we tiptoe on skin, pull hair from roots, dig fingers in ribs/ […]
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