Tuesday, May 02, 2017


Curtis "Talwst" Santiago
Every Saturday, Father and I Would Go Get Lined Up, 2016
Your words,
like soft flowers came.
With sound of train whistles,
Lily asleep on your bed,
Santiago and Peanut
leisurely lined up: in ink that matters
- of distant loves in vicinity.

- Neha, for Riley

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