Sometimes I need it to be dark. That’s what I need. For it to be dark. I lean out my apartment window and pluck the midday sun like a plum from the sky. I hold it in my chapped palms, consider the swallow: the bob of...
Hung the Sun
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Sometimes I need it to be dark. That’s what I need. For it to be dark. I lean out my apartment window and pluck the midday sun like a plum from the sky. I hold it in my chapped palms, consider the swallow: the bob of...