mulling spices
︎︎︎ Josh Lovins
︎ Feb 20, 2025
in a cold room
a setting sun
cannot move
descend again
it is your fault
rise there was a sting
you found by feeling
does it hurt here
and turned it rotten
quiet as down
dark as feather under
light as it drifts feather light
goes up squeaking
lick of sunrise
morning fear, mother,
violence is feeling
a kind of thought
a setting sun
cannot move
descend again
it is your fault
rise there was a sting
you found by feeling
does it hurt here
and turned it rotten
quiet as down
dark as feather under
light as it drifts feather light
goes up squeaking
lick of sunrise
morning fear, mother,
violence is feeling
a kind of thought
Josh Lovins lives in New York.