feast of a million small creeks
I have cultivated shadows / that never came to fruit.
Step 1: Cut as many large sections as you can from my six nursing school uniforms, blue-and-white seersucker dresses with white cotton aprons buttoned to the waistband.
my secret / footprints, / dark blue / hard metallic
It came to be widely believed that we were Something’s experiment, in which case the stars and the trees and the grass and the birds knew everything we wished to know.
I will reach into the clock, my hand through it like water