bewilderment
on verge of
language
bursts
into
heliocentricity
“I’m with you
in Rockland”
D train
to Coney
poetry’s
screed a
girl heart
tattoo
glut
of death’s heads
now glints in
sun
hand gun?
when despair
no longer
erases
sensibility
ink from the
T’ang dynasty
will re-appear
mixed with
water
from an
auspicious
well.
photo by Natalia Gaia