A Poem: ‘Rewrite (For Leonora Carrington)’

Rewrite For Leonora Carrington Come over for dinner, sit at my table– it’s a few years late, I know, but come over dead, what little remains of your flesh hanging from yellowing bones. I’ve always found the dead better company than the living. Madness is welcome in this house, too; madness abounds in this house, … More A Poem: ‘Rewrite (For Leonora Carrington)’