Black Ivory Printmaking Clubber
He listened to her for a real long time.
I learned all the fallen have a reason why.
They won’t call on habits.
They’re a meal of war.
I hung long all silent for him.
I learned all the fallen have a reason.
The majors live in places that were made from walls.
They came out from inside for more of a round of corn.
Leaping up with tablets.
Called on pills and port.
Drinking it in crevices.
It’s made from boys in dresses, it is.