Year: 2023

If she were someone else’s sister
I’d again make her mine,
twist her bones

There’s only one stonethat matters. Cushioned in mudand clay and seaweed,it feeds on dreams. In the sludgeof spring’s first run-off,a hand might reach down,lift the nearby weight of one,skip it across water’sirrepressible bone. Whohas picked such a stonefrom amongst the many? And why that one? I was once touchedby such a stone and becauseof that…