Where you sleep, dark snow lashes down. Your glasses are ice-cold;your eyesight astigmatic Your sleep, spondaic—a dream of […]
Julia Anna Morrison
I lose my footing on the blue trail. A snow is coming. Your gut goes mute. A dark […]
Where you sleep, dark snow lashes down. Your glasses are ice-cold;your eyesight astigmatic Your sleep, spondaic—a dream of […]
I lose my footing on the blue trail. A snow is coming. Your gut goes mute. A dark […]