Sarah Dickenson Snyder
Bullseye
Do we all have a destination,
that some small dot in the middle
of concentric circles, willing us
to stretch the skin’s tautness
over our bones and let go, an arc
of us skimming through air,
seeking a landing deep
into the center of another?
Sarah Dickenson Snyder writes to unearth what she didn’t know she knew. https://sarahdickensonsnyder.com/