• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 12


The differences cover
the common ground
like a mask,
like a hammer and chisel
splitting the skeletons,
creating artificial divisions—
neither half is willing
to bear the cost
of a bridge—

Should we tunnel to freedom?
can we dig deep enough
beneath the years of debris,
the lines incised
as boundaries,
to reach the bones?


each body
looks exactly

the same