Warm Room
︎︎︎ Ginger Jones
︎ Jan 30, 2026
There is a warm room with no windows.
You can hear birds chirp
along pomegranate tree branches and power lines
in an old town where I’ve rung a bell
bigger than any I’ve seen at home.
I am always lighting candles and incense for you here.
You should be noble and naked now.
And I the most virgin and blonde straw headed.
Look at our teeth. We are so fed.
You can hear birds chirp
along pomegranate tree branches and power lines
in an old town where I’ve rung a bell
bigger than any I’ve seen at home.
I am always lighting candles and incense for you here.
You should be noble and naked now.
And I the most virgin and blonde straw headed.
Look at our teeth. We are so fed.