Nova Reeves Poems, Day 3: “To Jim Carroll”

All in all, of this incredible time, this entire trip myriad love affairs with borders even more with envelopment: and sea-like swallowing dreams, seaweed dreams following me into twilight having kept up completely surreptitiously the whole twenty-four hours before their re-emergence then lapping at my ankles, with smooth tongues of course not to devour, but to remind the two of us–my dreams wet, and waking … Continue reading Nova Reeves Poems, Day 3: “To Jim Carroll”