I Leave ||| Blackbird
& the sky breaks into gray carnations after 120 days of drought, while the quartz sand rolls over itself imitating a wave. I leave & the mountains are wrinkled & soft like a brown paper bag that carries a sweating … Continued
& the sky breaks into gray carnations after 120 days of drought, while the quartz sand rolls over itself imitating a wave. I leave & the mountains are wrinkled & soft like a brown paper bag that carries a sweating … Continued