By R. E. Zuckerman I have gone on lending in the ashes thecleaving of my body & a distillation of old desires disembodied in mausoleum &quaker stonesI draw in dyads a harkening to borrowedflesh & the peculiar sadness of house fire itis a kindness with which I was once unfamiliar to love in stasis the … Continue reading Slaughterhouse Fire
