Blog by Hannah Frank
She came out of the air, a rosebud trampled into the dust of the sky
the bird flew like it walked along an invisible ribbon
Pigeons used to be doves, long ago
I see them sitting on the roof of the steeple
sunning themselves
when they land
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...