The Taste of Winter by Candice Daoud

Two candles rise upfrom the abyssthat was once your soul.I have polishedall the pennies you savedand now I sit crossed-leggedlike a little girland watch them spin.You lie taciturn and starvedunder a full fathom of ink. I miss the taste of winterin your ever-presumptuous grin.The fights, the circumlocutions,the stars pressed to fine powder,these gifts now lie … Continue reading The Taste of Winter by Candice Daoud