How do we know if we//Live in poetic prose...
The Sun is Beneath Us
And so we sit in grotesque ignorance and hush our children as they gawk and point.
L’air du Paradis
Ignorantly, I claim this is why I do not allow myself L'air du Paradis.
Hearing the Stars, Pt. II: But the Silence
They were and I was, and altogether united and altogether separated, we were.
