Narcissus, with a guitar – Daniel Viorica
Listen for the sound of my voice— So stalk along with me, along the towpath: a reflection of the sky, pink in the haze of winter. Ghosts in…
Listen for the sound of my voice— So stalk along with me, along the towpath: a reflection of the sky, pink in the haze of winter. Ghosts in…
1 1 I reach into young girls’ laps to pluck up petals of my lover’s namesake, braiding up 2 4 a loose strand of hair with the splayed…
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