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.
There is no proper time to make a proper edit to this page of life No sentence unscathed which behooves itself to avoid run-on No gerund to ...