What my love en/tails I inhabit these rooms these Watery walks with Egyptian alabaster women & genuine Angels, calypso mermaids, Very old seas that roar
O me O my O molten ash, sulfuric gas—where was Jesu at your Vesuvius— I ask centuries later because I am feeling
in my dream I became a mermaid, suddenly understood/had to understand how treasure chests breathe heavy in the dark & darker sea, just as every black pearl understands/must
they say the voyage is life, that every long journey begins with a first step life is about steps about building new skies and
ENGLISH LITERATURE (Adebe DeRango-Adem) Why, because chiaroscuro is where I belong. That and I was once Pushkin’s wife. O my darling octoroon your Russia is