They Will Sew the Blue Sail

Inter Alia | Gabriella Klein

Define a forest. The men who meant to.

The houses I have lived in and left.

With unnatural affection for the warped glass.

The waves sound like the freeway

and the cars mimic the sea.

We are living on a pain and pleasure planet.

I have countries to see.

I insisted, Earth,

upon your friendship.

Have I written sufficiently? We are all talk.