Poem of the Week, by Hannah Marshall
Once, doing laundry, I reached into the bottom of the washer to pull out a wet brown sock. But it wasn’t a sock. It was a bat, velvety soft, small, and lifeless. Bats have an affinity for me, at least judging by how many have found their way into the house, and I’ve never killed … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Hannah Marshall