I’m giving air up
to see what, tail-tied, I can
make. Give me your gills?
AQUARIUS 2019
You are the water
bearer. Your breath feeds our fires—
we steep until spring.
Literary Agent // Writer
I’m giving air up
to see what, tail-tied, I can
make. Give me your gills?
You are the water
bearer. Your breath feeds our fires—
we steep until spring.