Nejma, Revue Littéraire

Bite into the myth :
as advertised, ferocious
utopians await in a
diplomatic forest. The ship
is called she; the pronouns
matter. Each sentence is
mapped in signs that erode
in the air between. I was
unsurprisingly born again: unrestrained
by the histories of each
salutation, looking through
to the face of
each opposite.