The Electrician
by Alexandra van de Kamp
I am cousin to the sun, a hired cure for darkness. My fingers busy as rain. In my palms I hold an invisible, melancholy silence, a violin with no strings. I stretch and preen in the shadows, a pensive, swivel-hipped owl. I’ve crawled into crawl spaces thinner than a thimble. I finger the wormy wires, … Continue reading The Electrician
by Alexandra van de Kamp