Future Perfect

Once under a time

One day, when a child I will say when I was old I used to–– and then remember to climb to the perch from where I lock the loops of my knees around a playground pole and hold upside-down to call back the chorus that swelled as I was leaving and the light spotting from somewhere behind the eye where I––

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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