from "Tenebrous" by Georgia Rebecca
[ID: A quote by Georgia Rebecca.
It reads, "Nothing changes and I get older. / March is gut-wrenchingly hopeful, like the moment a fever breaks. / It grows slowly and is only as warm as a vibrating harp string. / April is a back-lit tree, looming haloed ahead. / It is vomitous and panicky; a hot forehead; the branch where Judas died. / / Every year I am a mess. / Every year I sit in the bath / Wishing to soak in liminal perpetuity where time does what I want." End ID.]
