sunlight takes its final drinks from a cracked open skyline
Notes On Waiting For The Dog To Find The Perfect Place To Take A Shit While Morning Cuts Through…
Hanif Abdurraqib

Like most poets, I like messing around with skyline imagery. I moved from Columbus to Connecticut recently, and I’ve had a hard time with that, because Connecticut is a bunch of suburbs, really. There’s not too many definitive skylines. The sunsets here are way better, though.

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