Indigo, incense, and stillness inside a house of memory
Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue— In the picture I have of you, Melts in the wall.??? The idiot A cleft in your chin instead of your foot, your root, I never could tell where you— Put your foot— For the hearing of my heart— It really goes.
I want to go on a road trip through your belly find dirt along the Ohio River thick with skeletons
A poem with some "help" from Percy Shelley
Elena Isaeva has been translated into various European languages, but has never been published in English.
Shaking fingers reach, Barely hold, Losing grip,
Benadryl bites. The whites of his eyes, half in the light.
She said she wanted to be 30 minutes from a mountain, 30 minutes from a city, and 30 minutes from a sea.