Blog by Hannah Frank
I thought that to be unjust was better than to be untrue
but now I am not so sure.
The sun is hitting the roofs
and they are glaring at me, at an angle
as the shadows are bound to disappear
as the morning continues.
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...