Karolina Q.

Two, in the front,

playing like children

Two, on the train,

laying like lost & gone

delicacies oblige,

the drinking era

age, error

shrieking terror

night tremors in the sunday

mums from a siberian

sea. cold eyes warm heart

stiff dandy taste tart

plays 'master, drink me

be all of the deep sea

shallow as the black

be bodied, miss me