by JL Jacobs | Apr 9, 2018 | Poetry
Art: État de transe sur Champs-Élysées, Publicis Drugstore, Paris 8 by Bore’ Ivanoff A SERIES OF POEMS I an earth that is not ours grows with no hair and requires a wig made of refrigerators to keep cool when the sun misses its curling iron if we beg for more...
