Poem
Posted 4:17pm Saturday 5th May 2018
Wednesday’s child grew from the earth fully formed and raw, tiny fingers curled into palms until perfect nails tore away ribbons of skin. she was a beer-drinker’s daughter and another father’s burden and then, layered in sunscreen, he named the mountains and rivers for Read more...
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