but who else ferried you psalms, chanted you architecture beneath an altarpiece abstraction of longitude crinkled waterfall whisking white dwarf stars and who let you dictate the heliotropes grass jewels lolling like cross-knit ballerinas the boisterous, broidered dance of mute swans you used to dawdle by the pink lemonade petunias rampaging your monogrammed mailbox wringing the wolf moons from your veins Continue reading Indebtedness by Megan Mealor