Materials: ink

I’ll forgive you for giving me your father’s name.
When I was young, my hand was held by the glove I wear today.
So his fate forgave the time he spent to hesitate
Eleven Mercury Stars over Lyman.
Leona May
After the Theft
Stolen Children
Where I dream to lie in Circumstance
Virtues of Disbelief
Until her flowers blossom to heaven