Blog by Hannah Frank
The passionate words I hear from mouths that are not my own
hit my ears differently.
Instead of a cold crack of a bat hitting a ball out to center field, it feels warmer,
like a pitch perfectly landing in a huge catcher's mit.
Pacified for now, the heart of my jewels shines Opened for now, the treasure trunk dusty genie lamps heave wishes Closed for now, the door t...