A Poem: Fxck Florida & Flat Earth
5.18.23 Flat Earth. Flat lunged. I couldn't breathe. The sky cerulean shocked white cotton clouds within reach. Unlike the mystery Sonoran star-scape, these heavens were a rubber skullcap suffocating hopes and dreams. I could see for miles ahead. And behind. And beside. No sentinel mountains guardians gone. No glittering mirages or valleys of gold. I…
Emma Ann Sloan 