Mercy by Sophie Klahr
Walking onto the shore without a plan, without my other mouth. The guttural of Us: full, a warm black sound, born, knit— How to leave? Thus shocked to blossom, thus accustomed, heat-sure and solid? The risk grows abstract; […]
Walking onto the shore without a plan, without my other mouth. The guttural of Us: full, a warm black sound, born, knit— How to leave? Thus shocked to blossom, thus accustomed, heat-sure and solid? The risk grows abstract; […]
Something about the quality of her tears, you said, to explain how you knew the friend who wept in your arms knew her husband to be having an affair. In class, I draw a man dragging another man on a leash. I say the background in […]