bestowal

 

 

 

 

 

I have her hands

 

to hold her stories

 

 

 

 

 

 

spilt milk

 

 

 

 

 

with the fear of stagnation
she became a shapeshifter

 

 

 

 

 

 

looking glass

 

 

 

 

 

 

an observant author
he claimed he could tell a lot about people
by how many times they used “I” in a paragraph

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

betwixt

 

 

 

 

 

 (Mozart claims he does not know who chewed those leaves)