I am
awakening imaginary kids from eighty-seven;
Playing Nina Simone on their vintage boombox;
Reciting Pablo Neruda’s poems every four-hundred forty-fourth blink.
You
Can’t fuck with My North Star.
I am
awakening imaginary kids from eighty-seven;
Playing Nina Simone on their vintage boombox;
Reciting Pablo Neruda’s poems every four-hundred forty-fourth blink.
You
Can’t fuck with My North Star.