Figures
It’s January so that means nothing breathes. I’m not sure if I am breathing.
I don’t know whose breath is fogging the window pane.
Esther Sadoff ~ FIGURES
Cacti Fur
a poetry high ground
Figures
It’s January so that means nothing breathes. I’m not sure if I am breathing.
I don’t know whose breath is fogging the window pane.
Cacti Fur 