Daniela Buccilli – Not an Elegy
Not an Elegy At the Appalachian rock shop on Diamond Street, an aquamarine woman dusts with a large pale towel the room decked in a giant spiderweb of heavy gauge wire, palm-sized crystal-bellied spiders, red jasper stone eyes. Jasper’s good for stability. In my house the spiders walk vertically. They drop chalk-white poop dots along […]
