The mask that burns like a violin, the mask …
Rebecca Lindenberg
You give me flowers resembling Chinese lanterns. …
A leaf the green that a child would choose …
I think she wanted to explain …
You’ll find labels describing what is gone: …
I haven't written in a while …
O you gods, you long-limbed animals, you …
You take off your black …
The sky. And the sky above that. The exchange of ice between mouths. Other people's …