Gravity leaves usswimming in the weedsQueen Anne’s lacefloral refuse left behind reveals an alternativestate of beingin my divination tea.Would you chase meif I was a bun bun? We could nibble wild carrots root, leaf, all.Would you catch me?Steal my lucky paw?So many questions, so few answers emergeat the bottom of my teacup.I’d be an astronautonContinue reading “Tea Leaves”
Carmilla Dawn 