“I Want Something of Yours for Comfort When I Sleep Awake before the cupboard slams open. These hours scrape by like snow shovels. I have dreamed of you again. Too late, you said, for me, but not for you, With… — Noelle Kocot Copy Share
“I Want Something of Yours for Comfort When I Sleep Awake before the cupboard slams open. These hours scrape by like snow shovels. I have dreamed of you again. Too late, you said, for me, but not for you, With the folly of a train darkening In the failing embers of winter. So I went on, flapping through time like… — Noelle Kocot Copy Share
“The Peace that So Lovingly Descends” “You” have transformed into “my loss.” The nettles in your vanished hair Restore the absolute truth Of warring… — Noelle Kocot Copy Share Image
