A female Lyft driver navigates the night shift in NYC while waiting to hear life or death news from Syria.
Here is a rock and two eyes
Here is a moon, there is a goose
And still there are more things I could not see
But love letters become time bombs…
Where should I begin?
You said: start from the alphabet’s massacre!
And the woman said to me:
You hallucinate too much
The names of fish and seaweeds
You open the kingdom of your brain day and night for the lost caravans of gypsies
This evening is serene, This evening is not calm. I am a man or a pack of dynamite— Under my trench a red goose or a black unicorn. The woman … Continue reading