“The Place Before Crossing Over” by Kailey Tedesco

I am in a place with fox hides firing against the side of my soaked back– I think that I am a rose with holiness, or else rapture flowering from me in expulsions. The act of lounging half way through this hole is violent & I am not sure when I last spoke with mother on the telephone, but I’m interested in hot winds & … Continue reading “The Place Before Crossing Over” by Kailey Tedesco