“By the Stream of the Death,” “Daughter Draws,” “Silence Coughs,” and Other Poems
By the Stream of the Death We make love. Our bottoms taste the gravels. The overbridge runs near us, naked. Honking fills the wind. All the dead…
By the Stream of the Death We make love. Our bottoms taste the gravels. The overbridge runs near us, naked. Honking fills the wind. All the dead…
