When the beauty mark scalded, when the starter house spewed gutter-flowers, when the virtuous sister, daughter 4254, rode a celestial dolphin home, but home
After “Electric Prisms” by Sonia Delauney When after a heavy rain, nature’s prism refracts light, juxtaposed colors seem to coexist peacefully within an invisible
Why is February this way? I wonder to no one, to the memory of my mother, my car pushing through low morning fog. February