by Lena Kinder
I heard you were looking for me,
sea child—
your companions chase
the murine,
but you reach for inward places,
opening intimate portals.
ours—
Persephone offers tactics:
pick the fruit,
their roots form constellations.
by Lena Kinder
I heard you were looking for me,
sea child—
your companions chase
the murine,
but you reach for inward places,
opening intimate portals.
ours—
Persephone offers tactics:
pick the fruit,
their roots form constellations.