He landed in the slush pile for sale with her and the glad
bags, the stars & the moon—Do I tell, do I tell, do I tell?— They’ll tell you

No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story. No Kings.
He landed in the slush pile for sale with her and the glad
bags, the stars & the moon—Do I tell, do I tell, do I tell?— They’ll tell you