Spaces in between

David Estringel  How clever I think I am,pulling words from the airlike rabbits from top hatsto set them ablaze,across pagesand ravage their pristine virginity.I bleed.I sweat.I shed tears upon reamsso you can feel what I canno longer.Here I amground down to the gristle,my passions splayed out–spread-eagle–for all to see,to get…or […]