walls come down
the couple grouses and whines
about being bumped
from their first class seats—
while half a world away thousands die
as tectonic plates grind / shift
and the walls come down…
What I’m Reading:
“But this is not a poem. This is a
billboard for frozen green peas. Frozen green peas
are good for pain.”
— Anne Carson / “Short Talk on Pain”
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