
A bitter leaf against fire
Between Bone’s turnAnd the bright scaldingInvisible hands,Something that is thinned – an unwound thread,Thrown from the insidebefore I can root. The cells unravel,Learning damageIn the medulla language. But even here,Lingers with leaf light set out in fissures,fold your little insistenceAgainst the rupture. A cup of coffee with matcha tea milk with Latte ‘Rosetta’ (image credit:…