What’s New, What’s Left
I keep stray hairs, those
golden lines
pulled by comb and air
before you question my
disease, my
battle and bait that I cannot shed.
Issue 14 by Konstantin Rega
What’s New, What’s Left
I keep stray hairs, those
golden lines
pulled by comb and air
before you question my
disease, my
battle and bait that I cannot shed.