Untitled Our cries, she used to say Would scratch the moon’s windowpanes And scrape the corners of tombstones which milked the moon My mother set the long slope of her back against us to interrogate …
October 24, 2012
Posted October 22, 2012
Untitled Our cries, she used to say Would scratch the moon’s windowpanes And scrape the corners of tombstones which milked the moon My mother set the long slope of her back against us to interrogate …