by the time we arrived
trumpets guns camera lenses
there was nothing left to do
but polish them
and count the bodies
measuring our love
in casual loss
We dreamed too long
WRITER | FEMINIST | FRIEND
WRITER | FEMINIST | FRIEND
by the time we arrived
trumpets guns camera lenses
there was nothing left to do
but polish them
and count the bodies
measuring our love
in casual loss
eleanor j jackson 