Do birds dreaming midflight ever rouse themselves into a world with an unfamiliar sky and an equivocal view? Shocked by an uncanny topography,
For thirteen years, since I moved to this town in the center of Michigan, the same woman has cut my hair. In the same
Hear you’re in town. Lie awake, thumb something quick. Play with syntax, tone, blame but it’s not right. See your lovely face, with