GloMag GloMagMarch2019 - Page 269

LEFT RIGHT LEFT You wave. The street splits into two The wrong turn is you An obsessed nostril sniffs out intentions Kisses are always political I want to stop and breathe out the years without you. The wind fleeing on a bird wing leaves me a feather The left is a body with an unwashed feel to it; It reeks of desire, of faded sheets and fenugreek 269