Sure, why not.
Again?
So be it—
a pirate, then.
for better or for worse, my Antony.
THIS STIGMATA is beginning to sting—
and I need to learn Latin before I start speaking—
in ALL tongues.
There’ that fire the moon wrought.
Happy Madre’s Day.
Featured Image by it doesn’t matter. Jesus was not hung by his hands. <3
Scheduling this poem at you, live, while listening to my March 2025 playlist. Enjoy. I hope. Thank you, Sisters of St. Francis. You saved my life in undergrad without ever even knowing, and then again in 2022. And then again in 2025.
I’ll be back in MKE soon.
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