Poetry: “A Cautionary Distillation of Unspoken Desires” by Rich Ives

A Cautionary Distillation of Unspoken Desires The white table is red. The sun is merely a theory, but it’s a good one. The moon crawled beneath the door to offer a ghostly morning. My trip through the body has been longer than expected. Distance does not think highly of itself, so it works harder. A …