jakob
wrestling with my maker, i call god frankenstein and spit bitter salt at the dirt (once me) cry “pain!” but – god – i wrestle with an angel, o all is miracle, especially this pain Advertisements Continue reading jakob
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yang-yin
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life’s a half-crazed, wildeyed thriveling her pupils tremble and dilate in a dream she seems to walk along the cornstalks eating ryebread she thumbs seeds into the sand . death’s a half-sane, disconnection spanning… Continue reading yang-yin
