Eloise Apple Tree.
Never makes it to her hospital. She falls instead
beside dial tones, at the foot of her bed.
Godmother smashes shovel through
pain of glass. There cries
wild animals
at the funeral. I’m 5.
Never makes it to her hospital. She falls instead
beside dial tones, at the foot of her bed.
Godmother smashes shovel through
pain of glass. There cries
wild animals
at the funeral. I’m 5.
