Sometimes A Wild God Consumable keep 'em on their ring

keep 'em on their ring or even stashed in their cotton pouch

With an antique-chic charm

animal testing

micro-plastics

and never submerge a hot pot in water

Sometimes A Wild God Consumable keep 'em on their ringTake this poem into the woods. Sit away from the path and listen to the sounds the grass makes when blades rub against each other and they rumble in the wind. This poem belongs out there, and so do we.. When you think back on reading this poem for the first time, youll remember where you were. I was on my brothers sofa. In front of me were cookbooks and conversations but my attention was on the little brown book that felt rough, like sandpaper on my