you are allowed to say ‘no’ when your name is called

you can say no, when it comes knocking —the world, wearing its damp, grey coat. ugly in places. scowling like a thing that eats loveliness and hope, beauty too. take your feet, your spine and cover your eyes, your heart—do not look. not yet. down the stairs—see the dead spider, the broken crane flies—legs like... Continue Reading →

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