Tender Usurper

by | Jan 13, 2023 | Ben Day One

After the invasion the garden was busted watches, dolls’ heads, letters penned in bile. Flowers bloomed with babies’ teeth. The body is a book of wounds, said my wife. All the alegebras of the city unsolvable, nothing but subtraction. We harvested strange species of sleep named after tired kings, gypsies, cadences of blood. With fingertips we read the stories of our scars.

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