
The Pot
Smoothness without shine, thick metal without luster, cast iron blackness, holding a measured amount, of watery morass; mixed throughout, tossed, with thinly spread morsels, bits...
Smoothness without shine, thick metal without luster, cast iron blackness, holding a measured amount, of watery morass; mixed throughout, tossed, with thinly spread morsels, bits...
I don’t blame you for letting go my hand. Maybe I didn’t hold on tightly enough, or whisper in your ear “I love you”. I...
Before my eyes you disappear, the body, the figure, the outline that defines. A physical presence no more. Will you resurface in a thousand years?...
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