it is deeply aquatic herein the purple-screamed eyeof our hurricanewe the peopleclamor for the unclipping of our wingsmatted as they arewith the detritus of ourhistory-onicsour senses melt as Dali’s clocksand we ponder how we arrived herein this nowwe the femaledon our proscribed attiredhandmaids to the hereaftersteeling our stilettoscloaked in the foldsof our quiescenceand bide our […]

We the Unhinged – Marcia J. Weber