paraskevidekatriaphobia
I’ve put down a chair where there wasn’t one & then welcome more distance starlings suffocate my call so all you’ll know of any snow will come to you from the sky for the next world bring only your back or anything that you’ve stolen & breathed into w/night a vulture chick’s circles its throat all aflame & its heart filled with hunger I think back to my mother her winter boots capsized w/blood & my tiny fists lit from within what will the wind have to say of the new grass & calm? what does any past want w/recovery? I’m glad it is you & not the hornets again somewhere I hope they pay good money for these tricks