honk:
if italians comfort eat for a reason
your heroes, ghosts
who cheer your murder on
while you exchange a walk on part in a war
for a lead role in a cage
hot ashes for trees
hot air for a cool breeze
cold comfort for change
when gravity sets us free
honk if “what” is the point
& your yearbook quote
because nuns rejected:
“The more people I meet, the more I like my dog”
& when they told you, you asked
“what?” because you never owned a dog
& you never stop
asking