Someone knew once but we've forgotten who and on what street, which now- emptied town. Brittle-film bodies waver or coalesce Nancy Kuhl
Someone knew once but we’ve forgotten who and on what street, which now- emptied town. Brittle-film bodies waver or coalesce into shuddering tree rings, some record of what we’ve weathered. You call and I pick up the phone, I answer; you say my name, say it’s me.
Nancy Kuhl