Lightsy Darst writes, dances, writes about dance and other arts, and teaches.
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The house uninhabitable, black mold grows down the walls
while she collects dead insects in china boxes, you know.
Past tense. Eyes
sightless, like stained glass
“I could already know these shapes, I could” wreck this dance we
Read here: “In which we inherit the earth” and “Swiftly, in an ice mistake“