• Vol. 7
  • Chapter 01
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Even the City

Imagine—
an island the size of a country
with water edges

I grew up on this tiny island,
mostly in the city. I worshipped
the light of the air pollution
(celestial)
and the great victoria line.
Why did the romans/vikings/celts/
pagans/french/other historical peoples
settle where it was too cold to live
I ask my island dad, in winter;
I grew up on this tiny island.
My dad does a dna test
to see if he is from this tiny
little island too (it is only the size of a country
built from bones
even the city
even the celestial sky)

Imagine—
an island the size of a forest
with water edges

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