You… – a poem by Shree

Where It Pauses a woman. a cat. a hand. a paw. to him, they are no different. contact blurs distinction: skin like a whisper, fur like a secret, both untranslatable. he kneels, but not for them; he kneels for the floor, the inevitable pull, the scripted gesture. what does it matter? flesh forgets its impressions, ... Read more