Poem by Jess Cording
Orphans Being pressed, I’ll only give an outline, smooth a silhouette in the dust to say This is what happened where love came to forget what it can’t remember and [...]
Orphans Being pressed, I’ll only give an outline, smooth a silhouette in the dust to say This is what happened where love came to forget what it can’t remember and [...]
If you think this is a poem, consider yourself warned. The other day I dreamt a plane crashed into the bed I stood beside. You do not need to know I’ve [...]