Alexa FermegliaConversation You’re sharp and skin is prone to cleaving.When I leave the table I feel a thousand tiny cuts, too small to bleedbut stung by air, salt and vinegar.I’ve washed today already,put on the soft armor,painted a stronger face onto my faceand thought it well-protected.I was wrong. Take the elevator down—endlessly, underground.I’ll stay herewith pipes and Continue reading