Elle Cross is an American poet based in Los Angeles, California. She currently holds an A.A. in Humanities and has a Jack Russell Terrier named Bandit.
Cherry on the wall,
Whose quiver struck apple eye,
Above purple velvet textured orchid,
On the table lay in the husk of conch shell slip,
Pink eraser head rub works on parchment,
With horoscope’s esprit report of celestial bodies,
Description never vivid as the taste of persimmons,
Like foreign phrases give meaning
To a world--nose up.
So we’ll fly East of the sun,
Remedy to hand’s submission.