“Your order, please,” the ether grunts.
“Mobile order, latte,” - then,
“Ron.” My name. My fears were once
Uncurdled things, like blood and men
With knives and guns. And now I bend
At voids and vales and wonder when
My feet will crumble, my name will end.
“Your order, please,” the ether grunts.
“Mobile order, latte,” - then,
“Ron.” My name. My fears were once
Uncurdled things, like blood and men
With knives and guns. And now I bend
At voids and vales and wonder when
My feet will crumble, my name will end.