Stomata [Kin Kelli 2] – A Poem by Katy Santiff

Poetry by Katy Santiff The rooms were stacked cells, stomata. Their doorsopened and closed. We’d come and go, transplants,grieving. I noted when we were leavingthat we were four drops in this transientsea, sleepless like a dark water, uncleanby the tragedy, and all the city’sflooding footsteps fell in sync. Silent, webobbed along, buoyed in black and … Continue reading Stomata [Kin Kelli 2] – A Poem by Katy Santiff