the 70-degree midnight sound of crickets
squeaks in and settles onto the damp patches
of emptiness, sky indigo and littered with
fireflies and constellations traced with fingers.
(writer. editor. tutor.)
the 70-degree midnight sound of crickets
squeaks in and settles onto the damp patches
of emptiness, sky indigo and littered with
fireflies and constellations traced with fingers.