Spring Is Like a Pebble Lodged in My Shoe

  “April/Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.” – Edna St. Vincent Millay April: pomegranate seeds nestle in a fistful of membranes, wait  to be plucked before they rot. Life,  I whisper to myself: stay awake.   Under my nails the gravedigger’s spade is loosed from earth’s placeholder as the throats of hyacinths open. My brother and […]