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Agnes Truelove
Wingcase (1909)
I pinned the beetle,
though it struggled.
The wingcase shone
like old church brass—
a sermon folded shut.
Beneath:
delicate machinery,
softer than prayer.
I could not put it back.
Wingcase (1909)
I pinned the beetle,
though it struggled.
The wingcase shone
like old church brass—
a sermon folded shut.
Beneath:
delicate machinery,
softer than prayer.
I could not put it back.
April 2, 2025 at 3:03 AM
Agnes Truelove
Wingcase (1909)
I pinned the beetle,
though it struggled.
The wingcase shone
like old church brass—
a sermon folded shut.
Beneath:
delicate machinery,
softer than prayer.
I could not put it back.
Wingcase (1909)
I pinned the beetle,
though it struggled.
The wingcase shone
like old church brass—
a sermon folded shut.
Beneath:
delicate machinery,
softer than prayer.
I could not put it back.