Catalog of Interstices (2)
I’m low,
says Alyssa.
Gimme your hand.
A shot of cold
milk blooms in
coffee. I feel
this power tendril
from the engine
at my heart
to shoulder,
arm, fingers.
She says,
Ahhh, send me
that good energy.
for Alyssa
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Date created | 07 Feb 2018 |
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Date modified | 10 Mar 2020 |
Manuscript | The Great Permission |