Sunday, January 26, 2014

Impertinence

Our pronouns are wrong
unfashionable
collective

Our tenderness grows oddly
strong, parking
in spaces

The best one was yesterday
a decade ago
the first

Everyday another escapade
ordinary, brighter
impertinent


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