BCA Morgenstern - Playground Graveyards

time does not swallow.
it gnaws and grinds and it spits out a distorted, saliva-drenched version of
what once was,
and there will be no going back.

time, the devourer
after Ovid

In Playground Graveyard BCA Morgenstern stands in the maw of adulthood, noting the glint of its teeth in his unfailing light. These are poems of anger, of love, and of grievance for the adult becoming, and the childhood now gone.

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