3 o'clock
I want to tell you
all about the lonesome
figure dancing
on the edge
of my eye,
but when I turn,
I see you
’ve fallen off,
too.
Steven O. Young Jr....
The Other Side
1.
I cradle it in the palm of my hand.An eggshell, still warm.
Something
hatched here—its scent
clings to my dreamskin.
I can almost feel its
weight, this...
