small poems & small plates
No, no, she cried outdon't take me there again--that she would end up for a whilein the same brick-bashed buildingthey had taken the rickety train toso long agothe letter still in the sun says nothingunopened, says everything unopened
No, no, she cried out
ReplyDeletedon't take me there again--
that she would end up for a while
in the same brick-bashed building
they had taken the rickety train to
so long ago
the letter still in the sun says nothing
unopened, says everything unopened