The Aeromancer divines the future by reading sky signs, clouds, bird flights, lightning My mother set a tumbler of gold Jack Daniels beside Pall
Opening a fifth in place of presents to an old movie from an era of snow and repentance, and fedoraed men with turned up
The crescent moon, an elbow wraps around my waist, gray-gathering me in like a reaper. You’re the white collision of stars behind my eyes—and