my heart is a carpenter’s light fixture
exposed wires, dusty lightbulb
hanging above the room
(perhaps the elephant within it)
above the truth
a quiet referendum
all the flowers have been picked
my grief untethered.
Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.