Cracked. Cracked open—praise To that, for that, praise That the black, feathery lint Was washed clean from my face, That the black, feathery lint Came off in wisps and shreds And crinkled threads Like thrums from a loom, Like lines of false poetry, Like cat fur in the mouth On waking.
"After the Black Chrysalis,"
The Mythic Circle: Vol. 2016
, Article 9.
Available at: https://dc.swosu.edu/mcircle/vol2016/iss38/9
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