But They Do. There’s a man and woman conspiring, You could almost say planning, To fuck me over, like dogma. I take it, like a punchbag. I suppose I’m supposed to. Rules are rules, after all. But, when the blinding light Of demand leads me down the aisle, Hand-in-hand with another We pause ahead of…
Day: August 9, 2020
Morning Haiku – 28
It’s crossing season: Nomads gathered in boats to Make the Summer dash.