WHERE ARE YOU OFF TO? she asks me.
T o watch the s t a r s ,
I tell her.
U n t i l they burn over and the Earth flares to an uncontrollable
i n f e r n o .
WHAT? she sneers.
I
sigh:
N o t h i n g, I just thought it was p o e t i c...
Just by
A bit.
She gives her eyes a roll.
Or I imagine she would
if she knew how to roll her eyes.
" I T DIDN'T EVEN R H Y M E."
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 2:24 PM UTC
WHERE ARE YOU OFF TO? she asks me.
T o watch the s t a r s ,
I tell her.
U n t i l they burn over and the Earth flares to an uncontrollable
i n f e r n o .
WHAT? she sneers.
I
sigh:
N o t h i n g, I just thought it was p o e t i c...
Just by
A bit.
She gives her eyes a roll.
Or I imagine she would
if she knew how to roll her eyes.
" I T DIDN'T EVEN R H Y M E."
Request permission to use this poem