Two poems by R. A. Villanueva
Two poems from Reliquaria Mine will be a beautiful service 1. When you bury me, fold my arms, neat over the plateau of a double-breasted suit, the angle of the lapel matching my now permanent expression. Pressed, chemical I will look content, but confused as when you watched me turn in my sleep, dreaming: of a … Continue reading Two poems by R. A. Villanueva