Assisi: An Online Journal of Arts & Letters Volume 4, Issues 1 & 2 | Page 77

! TIM MCLAFFERTY With one hand you dip for stars the old songs frozen in your throat you sift this coral and shell the way all mass apprehends its void each bowl scraped to the sound of cells eating— nothing will attach, the moon won’t pilot and not one bone stays quiet. !!Assisi!!!71!