FALSE FRUIT I keep my eye on the love life of these solemn winter crowns and when light becomes various, return to the garden to root and mulch their tubers, like blousy beasts of kale and reed. Raking and turning the sulky pits, I nose them out like truffles, with their albino breath and stage … Continue reading Four Poems
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