the winter anthology
Vol. 5
Gustaf Sobin
genesis
from the very outset, a
needle, a
no-thread,
run inextricable
through the living mass.flared, then
guttered, that
ore, that either, that isn’t that
is.wasn’t this
what you’d flex to, sink
through: gaze so much lighter than all
the
oleander it ever
lingered
in?