nopenope: Carmen McLeod
I do not want anything more than this taking
of last light into pocketings and loose garments
unbearable closets of the trees
the stitched-in bones and the placketings
This feeling of everything unhanded
suddenly let go into robes
of last light into pocketings and loose garments
unbearable closets of the trees
the stitched-in bones and the placketings
This feeling of everything unhanded
suddenly let go into robes
“
| — | Emily Wilson, from “Winter Journal: Gold Rivulet Weave, Gauded” (via proustitute) |
