'Cause we have become, walls
When the last flower dies; Dying in that space between the soil and the pavement
Reading Neruda and then Li Po And listening to Howlin' Wolf and then Tom Waits
My Polish blood seems to be indeed red. My nation knows: mourning and death, wars and subservience. This time is my Polish time, the ontology and logic of starry night above the Polish homeland.
we made a game of it, sprawled in the back seat
I just want a do-over.
here we are again.
Specifically, how do we liberal kids who love grammar respect gender identity when systems like the Associated Press and Webster Dictionary don’t?
I had a government job where I didn't know what it was for three months.
There are too many people who think that they are special because they read the classics and that those who don’t are less intelligent.