On the Edge of Stone-Mountain
If cultivated to sweeten their tongue,
they grow us staked or caged, hairless
twigs and leaves, starred and starved
Posted by Laura Madeline Wiseman | Jan 4, 2017 | Poetry
If cultivated to sweeten their tongue,
they grow us staked or caged, hairless
twigs and leaves, starred and starved
Posted by Laura Madeline Wiseman | Jun 2, 2015 | Poetry
We were looking for mold, but found the door.
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