and she wishes him cripple, or poet, or even lonely, or sometimes, better, my lover, dead.
#ovid #medieval #annecarson
and she wishes him cripple, or poet, or even lonely, or sometimes, better, my lover, dead.
#ovid #medieval #annecarson
my hands to the soft glitter
falling through the air. I love this world, but not for its answers.
my hands to the soft glitter
falling through the air. I love this world, but not for its answers.