A poem about loneliness that cuts to the quick. Read full poem here.
“Look, the afternoon dies / as night begins in the heart of the lilies and smokes up / their fluted throats until it fills the room / and my lights have to be not switched on.”
A poem about loneliness that cuts to the quick. Read full poem here.
“Look, the afternoon dies / as night begins in the heart of the lilies and smokes up / their fluted throats until it fills the room / and my lights have to be not switched on.”