“Amaranth" There are no starfish in the sky tonight, But there is one below your belly, And there are cold evenings in your eyes. If I could get to your house I would look under the bed of your childhood,… — Frank Stanford Copy Share Image
“tonight the gars on trees are swords in the hands of knights the stars are like twenty-seven dancing russians and the wind is” — Frank Stanford Copy Share Image
“-I have dreamed of escape, a forever -to burn your suicide notes she read in Braille -and the stars of dawn's trousseau” — Frank Stanford Copy Share Image
“I saw the black seam of your stocking Running down the side of the mountain like a creek I put the whiskey down and… — Frank Stanford Copy Share Image
“Amaranth" There are no starfish in the sky tonight, But there is one below your belly, And there are cold evenings in your eyes.… — Frank Stanford Copy Share Image
