Laurie Klein – K.I.A.
K.I.A. Only tempered thorns can bear beauty’s weight—like birthstones, cupped in the prongs of their mothers’ rings, each a glint. One flash, and shrapnel unlocks the ivory columns of vertebrae, those sacral knobs, the spurs, and hollows. Each of us is diminished: something central caves in, our lungs bereft of even emptiness. We see those […]
