Blog by Hannah Frank
Seances where ouija boards are drenched in wine and bread
laughing at the savage masks we wore upon our heads
Rage is paid for in advance it paves the weary road
where we walk across it with regret, our steady steady load.
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...