Poet Laundry

  I dreamt your house was on fire.   It was glorious.   I sat watching with a bowl of popcorn in my hands, feet up, but th...

  It lands with a sickly crack in the pan,   not the thud it should make   if it were flesh-soft and not   crystalline ...

  Photo © 2024 Jennifer Wagner Two years was not long enough to know your light.   You gave me your handwritten recipe for...