we say: let’s go camping
just us
and a map
and maybe a knife
just in case
(but what if we lose our way
what if someone dies
what if I see something
beautiful?)
— Quirine Brouwer from poem All My Friends Talk About is Getting Rid of Their Flip Phones
- For My Part, I Prefer My Heart To Be Broken
- Say That I Was Starved
- Things Get Broken And Sometimes They Get Repaired
- You Be The Girl
- There Is No Rest For There Are Many Miles To Walk
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