Alina Happy Hansen

Writer in San Francisco, CA

  • black and white san francisco skyline with fog
    SF

    In May, the fog slips

    Into the city nestling

    Against glass and steel

    I am perched at the bar and

    Swim in music and murmurs

Destruction

Break the earth down in

to pieces of what matters 

I’m drinking blood and

writing words describing us

Let the cities become ruins

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