Jakob I by Genna Gardini | Poetry Potion
Let’s intone a little rhyme about passing. Necessity renovates the interior, quick-cut job, gravel still in the letters’ ridge, so he can feel his way around the back room- a chest that won’t contract, because that would mean it was made of muscle when, really, it is a tight, stone slab of fat. Epidural, around … Continue reading "Jakob I by Genna Gardini"
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