The peace that broke
in half became two
loaves of bread,
two continents
leveled, elevated,
then torn into pieces.
The small of our
backs is where true
language begins.
It is made of seethe
and bridge. A map
tracing us back to
mother and father.
The peace that broke
in half became two
loaves of bread,
two continents
leveled, elevated,
then torn into pieces.
The small of our
backs is where true
language begins.
It is made of seethe
and bridge. A map
tracing us back to
mother and father.