If this is the night,
What was it yesterday?
And day before yesterday!
What did she carry in the scabbard?
A secretive plastic piece of irony.

She is ordinary in the same duped world,
Where the sun rises in the east,
Where lotuses love the sun in vain.
If irrelevant hope is what drives her,
So it does kill more men than love.

– Emily Parker


Posted on

April 28, 2020

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