Poetry
Accelerated History of Us by Gordon Taylor
You steady me, hand / on my back, as we float through / a slow-cooked summer.
You steady me, hand / on my back, as we float through / a slow-cooked summer.
<div class=“no-indent”>Now, lullabying the puppies calm is enough.</div>
“There will be one person in the room who harbors the truth but she won’t speak up.”