The moth
evaporated
on my mirror.
I wiped it clean
with toilet paper.
Nothing remained
but me.
I thought of children
in Gaza
and went to bed
hoping to sleep.
Moth |
|
The moth
evaporated
on my mirror.
I wiped it clean
with toilet paper.
Nothing remained
but me.
I thought of children
in Gaza
and went to bed
hoping to sleep.
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Former teacher, born in the US now a German citizen. Author of "Correspondence with Vincent Salandria," "Looking for the Enemy," "The Transparent Conspiracy," et al. I blog at morrissey.substack.com.
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