Wet Bodies by Ebony Gilchrist
Wet bodies I rejoice for a moment, a singing Seraphim in the rain, weighed down by slick feathers. Autonomy lost for a moment; but, the promise of flight is just enough for the mind to command the throat to open A carousel of sound- instinctive animal- claws out. My body, unrecognizable. I am somewhere close, … Read moreWet Bodies by Ebony Gilchrist