you avowed young that with suspiciously guarded land borders and territorial waters you could prove John Donne wrong. but you never anticipated pursuit from above.
and so it begins…
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John Donne
Tag: me
you fall into bed nearly broken, the sorrows and victories of the day bittersweet on your tongue. but joy comes in the morning.
Threads crisscross the planet binding portico to rooftop, my Dakar stoop to your Chicago flat. This is where underdeveloped meets tech; two women are grinding grain, one is taken, and the other takes a call on her Samsung.
