8th Month

It's the heat, though, No one mentions. An elemental, indisputable physical fact Jabbing chlorine and sumac Into breasts and thighs (I'd only seen in anthropological museum dioramas) Now hanging indulgently, grotesquely inside my pale, striped skin. Each remedy links past and present discomforts into a thorned wreath Mechanically clicking, turning, a cog In a watch … Continue reading 8th Month