Leaves fall like flowers with sharp edges on Christmas cards
that masquerade as snowflakes while I sit here,
the rush of the seat of my kitchen chair a nice distraction, prickling my hands
as the water running by pricks my feet.
My fiber seat imagines it’s the rush of the stream,
that the center tying it all together is the liquid’s bellybutton.
But honestly, it stands out-Read More »