<p>childhood me watches the cold snow-encrusted darkness drape itself over backyard pines – little bruises, blue-black imprints in the snow trailing to the porch’s frozen underbelly – refuge from foxes mum says. after breakfast I will go out and make hare tracks […]</p>
childhood me watches the cold
snow-encrusted darkness drape
itself over backyard pines – little
bruises, blue-black
imprints in the snow trailing to
the porch’s frozen underbelly –
refuge from foxes mum says.
after breakfast I will go
out and make hare tracks
with my mittened hands.