for Clem Pursed lips suckle air, their profile tender against nightlight’s glow. Her body wiggles, unconscious still. A caterpillar stuck on its back, she
for Clem Pursed lips suckle air, their profile tender against nightlight’s glow. Her body wiggles, unconscious still. A caterpillar stuck on its back, she
the gap between her thighs delicate like the space a wolf spider’s ground web claims between strands laced across fallen willow oak leaves fragile
