“what I am saying right now is secretly built over
a love poem, the fossils of a cupola,
pink buildings with red hyphens and dashes
and three red dots …” (Alexandria Peary, The Architecture of a Love Poem)
“what I am saying right now is secretly built over
a love poem, the fossils of a cupola,
pink buildings with red hyphens and dashes
and three red dots …” (Alexandria Peary, The Architecture of a Love Poem)