Chateauroux by Ryan Narce& i have slew all of my French self:
the shelves of rock & the bises the guttural farmland that has nothing to spare us
with its hands in the heart of my son who is not yet
born but my gallic throes matter all the same i want to waltz with
my grandmother, bises, and i want to die in wine like they say we
all do
minus the cowardice
02/15/2010 Posted on 05/13/2011 Copyright © 2024 Ryan Narce
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