What shall I claim besides pockmarked apples, quiet revolt? These flaws could ferment, rot me out.

she confesses to her father between her palms te perdono por abandonarme

Swirling drum circles. Maverick jazz. Witness the discipline. Testimonial connection.

"You ask me to try fruit from the fallen tree, still unripe."

"south of the city the birds were mostly ravens, hawks & / gulls that at roost would stilt themselves on legs that looked"