• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 08


All thorns
a marred beauty.

She used to swim
I would woo her from
the bow of my ship.

Her name was Alice
and something a politician
would tweet at midnight
in her original language.

Today, in this little English
town, she's been oppressed
misshapen by her lot
her poor luck

But I've got a hammer
to stage a rescue.