Sore
my treading
toes
grow tired
of gripping
wet earth
in this useless
tug of war.
Angelica Fuse about Angelica Fuse
Angelica Fuse is an unquiet voice. She drinks red wine and reads by an imaginary fire.
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
my treading
toes
grow tired
of gripping
wet earth
in this useless
tug of war.
Angelica Fuse about Angelica Fuse
Angelica Fuse is an unquiet voice. She drinks red wine and reads by an imaginary fire.