Gift of grey from Man Ray, my heart was the shape of Australia. If p, then q. Incalculably wide marginalia. Plain, upside, down under, safe as houses.
I didn’t trust the data accounts, the ville fourmillante’s thousand mounts. And that old dissonant airbus in the distance. It smarted like a barrier reef of a wound.
On Distance and Heartbreak appeared in CAROUSEL 33 (2014) — buy it here