There Ne’er Should’ve Been a January ( ES TAN RUIDOSO EN MI MENTE CON PALABRAS QUE TENÍA QUE HABER DICHO ) [ DU HAST MICH GEFRAGT UND ICH HAB NICHTS GESAGT ]
January is the deadest month. While April fulfills my thirst for rain, January is just frigid bones with no touch. This is an empirical fact. February carries pink love in leaky thaws; March marches freshly green; April fulfills my thirst for rain; May’s gardens sting with soft dirt & honey bees; June blooms with baby […]
