The Sacrilegious Axe   The sun lighting votives so nature can smack her flower into first-aid for metaphors they go, I go kill a few mobsters no age restrictions milky coffee sprawled on the stoop as if dawn weren’t a fork bearing in on the urge for aphorisms I can make myself assuming I know the business of scintillas and beware the death futons … Continue reading Two Poems by Jessica Dessner