Penelope in the Bedroom Built around a Tree
Penelope in the Bedroom Built around a Tree
My hands, with nothing else to touch, linger
along the grains of our bedframe, as firm
and smooth to stroke as muscle cloaked in skin.
Immovable. You carved it from a . . .
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