The Box — O at the Edges

The Box Opened or closed, the mood descends with the pull of tooth and tongue and discarded sound in wet grass, its odor mingling with cordite by summer pavement under the canopy, six plastic flowers faded by the sun, and photographs scattered over scraped earth, where we stand bound and apart, I reach toward you […]

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