Balm

These late night gatherings Over tendrilled coils Punching numbers on the handset When car phones weighed ten pounds And hairspray was queen of keeping beehives Held in place mightily We echo back and forth Remembered pieces Of rocking chairs on porch And the creek of the thirteenth step Rubbing camphor oil on our knees Predicting... Continue Reading →

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