part i. I guess this is where it has been going for a while— back in my first apartment in Gotham, remembering ultraviolence as a kid, I can hear the thumping of the sea, […]
Author: Emma Anderson
No Taste to Freedom
The boiled soup Decays—since when have we behaved? This sinkhole hits home— hear me out loud: “There is no taste to freedom, like CO2, we burn up atmospheres because, yo, we hold all the […]