for
we only
meet on Thursdays.
Lamb chops, veal cutlets
and back to separate worlds.
Had
I not
The slightest courage
Just to tell him
What he could plainly see?
Why
Had I
Bled so long
In a fruitful marriage
When I truly wanted meat?
One
Fell swoop
Of the blade
Lets my heart know
That some things cannot be.
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC
for
we only
meet on Thursdays.
Lamb chops, veal cutlets
and back to separate worlds.
Had
I not
The slightest courage
Just to tell him
What he could plainly see?
Why
Had I
Bled so long
In a fruitful marriage
When I truly wanted meat?
One
Fell swoop
Of the blade
Lets my heart know
That some things cannot be.
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