Mad-hatter of a glitter-eyed night, send our ghosts a savior. Kiss our strength away until our being blends into the moon. Broken under this bald clap of light, half-dead bugs sizzle in the shag carpet. Deliver us over to that fruited flesh, into that smooth darkness where we can hide together. (...)
Poetry
Bipartite Prayer
—Ryan Romine
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