blue
I found cherries in the backs of my throat found
the spidery web of stars inside like pits raised my hand
to the sky stretched my fingers to the
Gods to the end
of an iron wire of bone
marrow and
paper planes that sore through
dirt
through flower pattern dresses and
the Egyptian book of the dead
the spidery web of stars inside like pits raised my hand
to the sky stretched my fingers to the
Gods to the end
of an iron wire of bone
marrow and
paper planes that sore through
dirt
through flower pattern dresses and
the Egyptian book of the dead