January 2011
2 posts
Fox Fur Morning
In the morning, the newness of tomorrow drags you away into burning cinders//
Letting fires light into moments half-remembered
Your cellphone cracked l i g h t splinters
And out of it grows a Bouganvilla
Out of which the Hummingbird lifts off
Into / / / a f o x f u r m o r n i n g
Fox Fur Morning by Contact From Beyond
I can’t take it // anymore // the way...