Assembling She borrows her pelt from the cat, lies back, wallows in its stunted silken threads, the weave of its stitching, how fur overlaps, silver hair on hair, hind legs soft, subtle as saplings. She takes her eyes from the ancients ‒ black rocks, thick set, as if put in place by a salt gale. She fumbles for lips, hits on a breadth of red … Continue reading ‘Assembling’ by Abegail Morley