May 17, 2025
More in In a Vacuum simple strangers
no, it's not true.
on a 4-inch by 2-and-a-half-inch scrap of mustard and ketchup stained half-used napkin just under the maroon and blue seat of the lumbering old commuter rail i noticed the first inkling of a poem in elderly scratch,
"My beloved, my beloved why did you must leave me without you am alone"
They are both gone now still,
I love them.
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