[…] I had found myself standing
in a ley of misnamed yellow
calla lilies thinking: That’s surely the shape
of the heart: open yet twisting
something strange, not at all delicate
at its core.
[…] I had found myself standing
in a ley of misnamed yellow
calla lilies thinking: That’s surely the shape
of the heart: open yet twisting
something strange, not at all delicate
at its core.