Once a neighbor boy unzipped his pants at me in the woods. We were twelve or eight or who knows how old, but his
Once a neighbor boy unzipped his pants at me in the woods. We were twelve or eight or who knows how old, but his
Your body compels my gazing— droplets on tail, wing, and crown are daffodil, redcurrant, moon-gray light. Museums of you descend and shadow the ground,
