Obesely Poems - Poems about Obesely

...We, with the geometry and evening balance of our midcentury hands—gently lower the cloche over the day between us. It is a nightly ritual, gravity-driven, habit built over time, the g......Read the rest...

...Her yellowed eyes weren't blinking, despite so very many crawling flies, seen to be covering her stilled face, nor did she hear the fearful cries, of the many other children around her, as they ......Read the rest...