Two Poems: Rebecca Foust
I think we could I think you could be part of my cohort, my peer, my pal, my deep emotional friend. I think we could be family, or fuck buddies, or mythical lovers, star-crossed till the end. I think we could be kin —kissing cousins or sister & brother— & I think we could be husband & wife. I think I knew you, definitely, in another life.