An Aubergine Ending

-for A.B. She leaves her hair in the garden for the crows to build nestsI find it in pretty piles, purple piles like the restPurple piles, purple pillows, purple handles on the doorsPurple switches, purple toilet seat; all she touches, forevermore Outside, above the garden her murder patiently waits One scout announces first sight asContinue reading “An Aubergine Ending”