Category Archives: Poetry

not to Austria 
but neither to the gym 
governorships are for the 
birds, and even if i love the 
condor, wingspans are not worth 
the price we would pay to come back 
listen carefully: i cannot remember where 
we started, i began, any location that is not 
on the map; bear with me or forget as well,
and the foraging will continue until morale 
improves