Jan 2013
She is England, she is.
Long, commanding-of-colonies legs, with
Eyes of volatile fire.
Spits records of the past
—we repeat—
To the face of confusion.
Long, commanding-of-colonies legs, with
Eyes of volatile fire.
Spits records of the past
—we repeat—
To the face of confusion.
I think I'm the only person who will get this poem.
I'm okay with that.
I'm okay with that.
