Single-parented most of the time, it's a wonder
Run! Run! Run run run run! For a safe climate!
The scissors hissed.
One heatwave day he throws me a sack/marked RetSenAdUn…
And you were that paradox,
in arid cities we have read as syntax flooded streets,
where does she stop
It helps to have a pedigree
at the moonlight splayed, shot on the dirt floor, silver and soft.
In the gods
Listen, o poet, to this marvel of the night.