Poetry

That Summer

That summer wore black glasses Crying Learned how to cook wouldn’t go out...

That Summer

That summer wore black glasses Crying
Learned how to cook wouldn’t go out
In the apothecary shop
Ironing the “big people”
Shot pool under nervous sleeps
Yet owned it all,
Everything to happen
Everything that has happened
Trial day-off read aloud
Generation of photographs of somebody laughing.


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