Apres-toi

Poetry and photos: Melissa Mason

There were soft scribbling roads pulling me back to you. I needed to leave what wasn’t for a chattery dash, deep canons of engine, and blitzes of ether. This was the only station on, out here in indigo.

Winter 2021 Issue #8

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