NEW in Drunk in a Midnight Choir - my "Dried Flowers and Spit Out Seeds" (Happy February)

"The kind of bed I sleep on would taint the sunflower heads,
un-petal them with tiny parasites, invade other’s
happy lives. My great grandmother is now dead.
Cracked seeds thrown inside a sun-less casket."
from my poem, "Dried Flowers and Spit Out Seeds", newly appearing in Drunk in a Midnight Choir.