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.
After speaking in tongues for so long, snake pit venom mixed in with the red wine on the table with the hemlock the hems of the dresses bein...