this teetering croquembouche of impudence
ars poetica
The anagram of the name from its cipher–
birds light across the silhouetted sky.
The birds and not the sky.
Your body leaves a trace in the valley of snow.
The trace and not the body.
— Jacqueline Winter Thomas, from “One Year of Winter”
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