The joining

I like all things vernal,lime-green, new unfurling like a trillfrom the throat of a nightingale. I feel like the apple of the eyeof the world, and still these words are an approximation while my identityis being reshuffled, Inanna to Ishtar, syncretisation. The withered grassfeeds the young. I was never the shining torchbearer of a precocious… Continue reading The joining