“moon snakes, tongues of the dark
speak like bones unlocking, leaves falling
of a future you won’t believe in”— Margaret Atwood, from You Are Happy; The Circe/Mud Poems.
“moon snakes, tongues of the dark
speak like bones unlocking, leaves falling
of a future you won’t believe in”— Margaret Atwood, from You Are Happy; The Circe/Mud Poems.