how hummingbirds hum
hinterlands ilks & honies
our cows on the moons
eat-in a green chi
nuncle say sow what all’s that
only matter fact
witch face broom sweep through
darkly speckl’d comets spot
whose tired red shoes
Poetry
how hummingbirds hum
hinterlands ilks & honies
our cows on the moons
eat-in a green chi
nuncle say sow what all’s that
only matter fact
witch face broom sweep through
darkly speckl’d comets spot
whose tired red shoes