Parading

I choose

blacks of summer. Abandon
this friend to love, the deep
this friend to love, the deep
blacks of summer. Abandon
blacks of summer. Abandon
the rest. I am unable to
the rest. I am unable to
picture anything so whole
picture anything so whole
it doesn’t crush what’s / missing. —Joanna Klink
it doesn’t crush what’s / missing.
—Joanna Klink

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