Daisy Lennon

a year ago
My legs sprout new bruises every day and I’m never sure where they come from or from whom or whether they send their regards seams pressing into seams on the subway, leaving traces of needing milk and...
Moon, Waning
a year ago
how do you search for the moon among night-stained trees? Sirius, Orion, Ursa Major, the minor key in circles, the moon by smaller circles obstructed, the telescope fails; moon, waning down in the coo...
Ode to My Breakfast Cereal
a year ago
O granola steeped in milk and honey O most perfect apricot wrinkled thumbprint of the sun float miraculous in my 2% and make my stomach smile O crisp O crunch of almonds fat and round drive me nuts bu...