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Elizabeth Romero: Things Without Substance

I walked home from work last night

My bones felt too big for my skin

The streets were deserted

It was my birthday and I wished for love

As usual which seemed

As far away as the moon

Convulsing on her ragged bed of clouds

Encased in the cold I swung past the dark stores

Toward coffee and morning and sleep

And the wind sang a long question in my ears


 

Copyright 2018 Elizabeth Romero

One comment on “Elizabeth Romero: Things Without Substance

  1. Jesseca Ferguson
    February 12, 2018

    Beautiful, Betsy! Thanks fro sharing it with me! co, Jesseca

    Liked by 1 person

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