women march
wrapped in foil. my daughter is afflicted with eyesight. while thunder remains god’s most solemn prank,
the moon is the bottom
of a prop
tree.
I exist to keep the image of my suffering alive.
my father is a cloak
that mows the lawn.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC
women march
wrapped in foil. my daughter is afflicted with eyesight. while thunder remains god’s most solemn prank,
the moon is the bottom
of a prop
tree.
I exist to keep the image of my suffering alive.
my father is a cloak
that mows the lawn.
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