Blog by Hannah Frank
I have a tea tree
she bleeds caffeine
I listen to her speak like a babbling brook
with my face under the leaves
sunlight speckles
silence thoughts
with laughter
and strange desires
a woman of the world
sip, sip sip.
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...