Blog by Hannah Frank
I pulled back the arrow
in the quiver
pointed it at the farthest highest point of light
held on as long as I could
until I knew that holding on any longer
would affect the apex of trajectory
held strong
and then
I let go.
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...