Les Jongleurs

My dad throws the hoop

“Haïti, mon pays,
wounded mother I’ll never see.
Ma famille sets me free.
Throw my ashes into the sea.” -Régine Chassagne, Haiti

1 thought on “Les Jongleurs”

  1. There’s a wheel and I am either beneath it or spinning it, depending on my mood. Depending on the tide. Depending.

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