Beyond That Gulf

I wish the earth
was flat,
so that
I could set sail
for the edge
and fly the fuck off.

beyond that gulf,
Jules Verne
awaits my ship
with a giddy smile

and when I step off,
he will say,

“What took you so long?”

Leagues beneath,
or moons beyond,
on the Flat Earth
I leave

that is wrong.

©️ 2019.

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