"You’re blooming at the mouth again.
A field of red, your hands catch like tinder.
This messy hunger..."
“You’re blooming at the mouth again.
A field of red, your hands catch like tinder.
This messy hunger dissected on the table with open eyes.
To say you gave a name for the rain.”
- Ana Carrizo, “A Field of Red”
A field of red, your hands catch like tinder.
This messy hunger dissected on the table with open eyes.
To say you gave a name for the rain.”
- Ana Carrizo, “A Field of Red”
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