By Kristian Tonnessen

Poetry: “San Francisco (1956)”

  San Francisco (1956) woman, child of narcotic sleep, woman, two hands holding the slippery, deserter sea. she’s going to another horizon, she’s leaving; it’s just like a failsafe lover, betraying what was never had and was doomed anyway to weary half-contented slumber, to puncture the calendar. I was echo-chamber dissent. no one else dissented,…