Her body is a passport
stamped with Italy's boot-shaped malice.
And the ink is still fresh on this kanji --
like stitches across my chest
The green tea flowed through my lover's veins and tore wide the chasm that I would fill with cold tears and call it the Atlantic.
Atlantic; Atlantis; At last this; At last this is buried.
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
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