Published by Atticus Review at http://atticusreview.org/the-trees-issue/ If                                  I should die before I wake, lay me ‘neath a tree                          where  lichen grows in whiskers, for I fell in                          love with a stubbled chin that trailed the forest                   across my collar, up-over my mounds, and no one was        allowed to cut pink slippers, he… Continue reading Heartlines