Tag: Lani Scozzari

  • Lani Scozzari

    ADDICTION I. All I believe is beauty, whittled, terrible. Your name rips the sky from my life. I feed you my hot marrow, slanted. I arch for you when you ask. Shrunken, my breasts like a surface of tar. I always knew you. Your grip carves the arctic of my hand. I’ve weather water’s edge […]