Boil [Kin Kelli 5] – A Poem by Katy Santiff

Poetry by Katy Santiff We went and walked around the Red Rock desert between our evenings boxing up her things. Her places small, her blood-pocked sink, her rings. Her curtains were drawn tightly, blinds between shuttered the city’s cathedrals away where tourists, addicts, neon-angels play, where we’d invert the difference, night and day. We’d say that comfort keeps … Continue reading Boil [Kin Kelli 5] – A Poem by Katy Santiff