Sarah Hill

I am made of ancient oak trees of lions and tigers and spare tires old rubber gathering older dust that has spent its whole life floating through fingertips and vacuums I am made of spiderwebs, [...]

Isn’t it all just a balancing act? A tightrope walker Gripping a dog’s leash with her toes The slightest breeze capable of displacing her Suddenly the dog park is slipping out from [...]