c,h
c, h
by Joshua Wangler
those blank stares held
for lengths unmentionable
and my eye
betrays nothing wet
i am inside
or above   which
way is down
your pulse
and a hot rose
c, h
by Joshua Wangler
those blank stares held
for lengths unmentionable
and my eye
betrays nothing wet
i am inside
or above   which
way is down
your pulse
and a hot rose