All the World’s Wars Commence in the Head: Ostinato—Part 2
Hunched in a thimble, I wept. Mercy. Once blotted out trees. Well. Made some second-guess me. Speak. Ought not act so ugly. Said— Ought not act so ugly. Hunched in a thimble, I wept. Yes, yes. Won’t make no apologies. Naw, Sir. Who will take on this burden? Ought not walk alone. Said— Ought not […]