As if rot and verdure weren’t enough, I then became the mythical man moth, and I fluttered around, that summer, not moon, but incandescent after incandescent, each honey-colored orb in the warm night, each thrumming with […]
As if rot and verdure weren’t enough, I then became the mythical man moth, and I fluttered around, that summer, not moon, but incandescent after incandescent, each honey-colored orb in the warm night, each thrumming with […]