Sifting Through Nostalgia
sifting through nostalgia
not in form but ingrained
upon this map so twisted
to retrace again.
the displacement that i felt
the lump and nausea
in my own vomit I knelt
and i wept for her.
gracious god you turn me
from fruit to worm
what horrors have i dealt thee?
which perversions must I learn?
Copyright © Andre Vermeulen | Year Posted 2014
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