"We build our bones around hope.
Sure-footed on the branch. The way
we sang each morning to let everyone
know we were still there, still alive.
After the blackness we plunged into
and out of intact. So many things
that could still us in the darkness,
but didn’t. So many that loved us,
My work on unusual creatures, the box project, continues and will be available a little bit later this summer, but I put together this little lovely with all my creepy victorian taxidermy poems written this spring.
You can read it fresh off the virtual presses right here.
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