Gigan Transforming Sadness

Meant to nail the iron rose wreath, the seashell macramé, the twig pentagramto my backyard fence. Forgot the hammer, the nails in the glass jar. Planted green things—spearmint, sweet basil, lavender—and deepmaroon-to-black newly noirs, white impatiens in steelboxes. I feared...

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