Samantha Cramer, "Laying-on, Your Roughened Hands"

A poem from the WRJ archives

Mar 28, 2024

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This-
a wanting in the bone, and
marrow;

rainsoaked November moon
scent of apples, wood-smoke,
     leafmeal decay-

windmoan
echoes in my belly

put your hands on me

rough;

camphor and
clove oil,…

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