MICRO
Wormhole is just another word for woman or girl. It isn’t even a real thing or place, but a hole you climb through to get to somewhere else. See, all the textbooks lie. Nothing grows inside you when you’re pregnant. A portal opens to another universe and slowly, one cell at a time, something enters this universe through it, through you.
MICRO
She holds the coins to my weeping willow face / and shows how I will change their shape, / how they will flatten under freight.
MICRO
Tell me of the things I see forgotten / like desert sand in your eyes
MICRO
Crave more than you need / or deserve. We must have / a little longing / to keep us alive.
