“Ex Libris Here is the fossil as a perfume. Here is a bone picked clean and whittled into a tiny tall ship. Here are magicians teaching secrets to contortionists. Here is colored glass on fire. Here is love broken into vowels and a shrug. Here is scripture forged into the memory of water. Here are rosettes, exposed wiring, teasings onto the brink. Here is the full vista of an hour, and the sun.” PoetryReadingPoemReading Quotes Author:megan-harlan