James Everett

Hymn for Plenty   I believe in keeping what I want, in dropping everything, the briny taste of the sunset yolking the raw meat of the trees.   I believe in throwing the baby out, the jimson weed rolled tight, waiting for moonlight, for a smoke, a lithe trellis to tendril the air.   I believe in leaving it all…

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