go to the nearest cemetery/pluck flowers, unearth blades of grass from their roots, collect tree branches/from the graves of women/sew it all together with strands of your own hair/set it on fire under a new moon/watch the moon laugh/watch the moon headless, faceless/gouged she breeds bird egg and seed/black, she silos flight go to the nearest cemetery/collect dirt in glass jars/care for them like honey/label … Continue reading dog says, we’re stronger in packs by Jacklyn Janeksela