Part Two: AfterThirteen Years of Dawning
Part Two: 13 Years of Dawning By Jennifer Bothast Puppy walking you with her leash Cats figure eighting in front of my feet All of them straining with need. On the weekday mornings it is still dark And the other worker ants are probably still asleep. You said, “You having coffee?” I sit curled in... Sign in to see full entry.