Because he was different, the bus conductor let a lofty hope bud within him, a hope too high for his type: love.
Glissade
Ernest O. JésùyẹmÃ
February 14, 2023
Little Inhabitants The poet wakes in the middle of the night to find that his room, Barely enough for his lean body, is a megacity for the little Inhabitants. Roaches are going and coming, each one with A different sense of urgency, some slow as clumps of dew, Others civil servants in love with the …
