march

  • March of the Monks

    March of the Monks

    I got to pay the bills… My fingers know the price of lentils, the weight of a lemon,the cold sweat on a milk carton. A faint flutter, a sigh of saffronat the edge of the glass door. I step out.Behind me, the cooler drones its one note.Before me, the street bakes and blares.And between, a

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