my lungs are the curtain remnants of a desperately drunk fraternity toga party, in a $25 motel
my throat is the carpet
Adriana Oniță, Descântec for my Split Tongue: poems
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Uită-te afară. Your balcony in Edmonton is a cinema, the undulating
refinery flame glows toată zina prin casă—your body a ginger machine.
Tomorrow, cănd...
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