ephemera
If, Then
If, Then
Alice,
at
the
lighthouse
bands
of
gypsies
on
a
beach—
exclamation
points
to
the
red
east
spontaneous,
dangerous
little
Fuzhou
ice-cream-cone-less
for
years
to
come
close
to
a
mythology
of
the
ordinary,
an
art
of
should’ve
I
never
mastered.
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