dcmarti1 Posted October 22, 2013 Share Posted October 22, 2013 A paean to long-haired poet Gavin Dillard It hurts most on spectral evenings, watching traces of red fade into yellow, orange, purple, colouring the already portentous clouds. It also hurts after laundry, when sheets are warm and crackling with static, folding towels only I will use. It is best when I hold your poetry in my hands, like you would hold me: like I would want you to. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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