Birthday Poem for Roma Cady Macpherson Wilson 2 January 2019, ætatis suæ XV
On beauty we must pay a tax, no matter how much we’re earning. If God gave the swallow nothing else, he gave it swiftness in turning. A boyfriend is a solemn thing. His brain is bad; his clothes, mismatched. In Ghana, Death is a skeleton, too, but the ears are still attached. Its ears are […]
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