In a backyard that looks like Eden moved south/to let itself grow over, my grandmother perches/in a white plastic lawn chair.
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
poetry ~ analysis ~ personal essays
In a backyard that looks like Eden moved south/to let itself grow over, my grandmother perches/in a white plastic lawn chair.
Have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
