— after Sharon Olds It’s winter, which is when I wait, watch you all layered and lovely, growing such a thick coat down
I’m a mull (flimsy muslin that joins the rigid spine and the mawkish body). I’m a moll (Mary’s name debased, see also gangster’s girlfriend,
—For Kris Sealey and Jerome Clarke I will be the first to admit it doesn’t matter. No one will die for your sins,