The way some fireflies hide within the obsidian grass, faking the blinking signals of cold heat, I waited for you to want my offerings,as badly as I wanted to givethem to you. Perhaps we shall soon understand why. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram […]
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