Poet for his time…

Noticing the twin flags on your car — flag of Confederacy, flag of Union; seeing that you’re heading into the same bar I’m going to; letting my hands brush my pockets — clipped-on knife, cell phone; checking for pepper gel snapped to belt loop; calculating whether — and when — first strike will make more […]

via The First Strike — Dark Matter

Author: Léa

A wanderer who has found home and herself in the South of France.

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