lars-kadel - Hello Poetry

lars-kadel

lars-kadel

"His hands keep turning into / birds, and his hands keep flying away / from him. Eventually the birds must land." / Richard Siken, Crush / / / "I want to leave / no one behind." / Ocean Vuong, Night Sky With Exit Wounds

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