BY JOSEPH MASSEY
That sound’s
the ocean’s
collision
with traffic
ground down
to a thin hiss.
Day gathers
white—
too fucking white—
between buildings.
Rectangles
of shadow
on rectangles
of grass.
BY JOSEPH MASSEY
That sound’s
the ocean’s
collision
with traffic
ground down
to a thin hiss.
Day gathers
white—
too fucking white—
between buildings.
Rectangles
of shadow
on rectangles
of grass.
