Sometimes,
I wish the earth
was flat,
so that
I could set sail
for the edge
and fly the fuck off.
Somewhere,
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
everything
that is wrong.
©️ 2019.
