Geographical Fortnight
The fortunate geography of
those bastards who write in red cards
on intercity trains— leaves
me staring at flight times
& ,like hair ,money
grows back; our scents
caress, all
dressed in
black.
The fortunate geography of
those bastards who write in red cards
on intercity trains— leaves
me staring at flight times
& ,like hair ,money
grows back; fourteen
days — two weeks
— fortnight
long.
those bastards who write in red cards
on intercity trains— leaves
me staring at flight times
& ,like hair ,money
grows back; our scents
caress, all
dressed in
black.
The fortunate geography of
those bastards who write in red cards
on intercity trains— leaves
me staring at flight times
& ,like hair ,money
grows back; fourteen
days — two weeks
— fortnight
long.
