Blog by Hannah Frank
There may come a time when the rhymes
on these pixels
are forgotten and left to dust
when the cars in Cuba
even begin to rust
when the Great Wall of China
is barren and cold
summer is fresh
only in the tropics
and the world is sold.
After speaking in tongues for so long, snake pit venom mixed in with the red wine on the table with the hemlock the hems of the dresses bein...