these years are crushed between my second and third rib, an apothecary's pulverised mix of childhood memory and regret.
01/05/2006
Posted on 01/04/2006Copyright © 2025 Karen Michelle
"an apothecary's pulverised mix of childhood memory and regret" -- fantastic line!
Excellent poetics in this poem's brevity. Wish I had written this...glad you did.