Hot earl grey tea in
the morning a quiet cry
lingers in the blood
the people in a panic
“Leaders” calling themselves kings
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Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- 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