Jordaan Mason
Avalanches
if snow is flesh in gardens: we don't have mouths to talk about itbetween avalanches, we can find our languagebetween fire blankets, we can speak our languagebut if snow is like skin: it pulls away, so easy, dragged from the bodywhat if all stripped wood is branches and all frozen lakes are water?then our bodies will be avalanchesthen our bodies will be avalanches
From Letras Mania