Walking Stick Walking Stick

We didn’t protest. It’s not like you’re going to get anything from anybody. They don’t have it either. And the new system moved pretty quick— I had found a feral walking stick stripped from a tree by a new June shower nursing trumpets of crumbled lilac & held her scarlet eye on the outpatient pharmacy line— If the breadth of the difficulty rejects one ardent name I may still call the hour a phasmid or phantom freely stealing my heart from the other needs that burn it.

Jul 2, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Joel Felix