boxlessness

Birth. Movies. Death.

a gift
from the sky's iron sneer
& its rainbows of agate
a gift
of which we have no glut
this time coughs the snare
a gift
from the sky's iron sneer

"It takes a while to realize that Emre has gotten you hooked under arguably false pretenses, but what she finally pulls off is so inventive and beguiling you can hardly begrudge her for it."