By Matthew T Phillips Nan at 95White hairWhite faceRosacea cheeksPerpetually falling asleepUnable to finish a counter meal Emptying herself outAs if practicing for deathHer head gently tremoringAs if wearing an imaginary crownMade of tortoiseshell and precious stonesThat she is delicately shifting the weight ofPeople already speaking of herIn the third person, while she is still … Continue reading My nan as a butoh ghost.
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