When we had built a nest
Just like before our monsters bared their teeth in early dawn when we had built a nest of warmth, and like a butterfly you breathed and pressed a feline spine […]
Daily Archives: April 16, 2015
Before the monsters
In tears of tears, a gem you saved till last when weight of wasted wedding bands, on hands are chalk and chills — my breath’s November brass in verdigris with […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 