my heart has fingers
which sift through
your hair, ice-cold in the
daylight
you sing to me
“what do you believe in?”
i believe in
my tongue: suspended
from the roof of my mouth
(originally published in On the Rusk – Issue Five, August 2014)
my heart has fingers
which sift through
your hair, ice-cold in the
daylight
you sing to me
“what do you believe in?”
i believe in
my tongue: suspended
from the roof of my mouth
(originally published in On the Rusk – Issue Five, August 2014)