Untitled|twelve seventeen: Donation

Unseen, / intermediary, / bone marrow envoy of flight; / two weeks of blood making, / slick pharma, care, / for her courteous mind; / the peat-smoked after-smell / after they were here; / you fell, to many times more grace.

‘You do not have to walk on your knees / For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.’