lungs

Friday, June 30, 2017

Tokyo, May 2017
i. static
what you steal in the dead of night
from memory branches
when no one's around

ii. read a poem today called "the tunnel is a lung", thinking every shared whisper in the dark is an exile of fear, an exhale 



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