by Laine Derr
My cat kisses finches on the neck, red
feathers masking want, a body finely limp.
I learned burying from my father, animals
killed on country roads, soil rich in blood. Continue reading
by Laine Derr
My cat kisses finches on the neck, red
feathers masking want, a body finely limp.
I learned burying from my father, animals
killed on country roads, soil rich in blood. Continue reading
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