Only when you can delete your Submittable account, and box your poetry books into a carton shipped to a country without birds or borders;

Trash-talk. Heart on one's sleeves. Girls. Tattoos and scraped knees/ Random talk of beautiful, myth, foolish, heady girls/ more girls. Brittle desires unfurl.

A pedicure is an archaeological expedition, if those feet belong to your mother.   A part of this country was your beginning of history.  A faded..