Read my latest story, "A Tale of Two Birthdays", at 52|250.

(in response)

I tried to make a painting with your blood
but all the platelets fled

in horror
of my whalebone & horsehair

I tried
to leave them their escape

trajectory
& etch
words & hills & valleys
into that shallow splash
It turned into an ocean
and raged, erased
my words & lines

& then my mind
& then my fingers’ memories of how to hold a pen

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