We Were By Anna Maria Hong

We Were By Anna Maria Hong churned to agitation. We fastened a cloak roundthe nape of nation. We have clustered to bearthe weather. 40 jewels for 50 thieves To spackle our sorrow in ochre,to carve a sun from a carcass of grapes.We will knead the wine’s mother. We will sip her from a lake. Threegold eyes above a trellis.Three gold eyes bespeak.       […]