I am Grief
He ran carrying the corpse of Sati on his shoulder,
asking the sky, “What is this weight? Why me?”
I run with empty fists clenched so tightly the knuckles bleed,
daring the same sky:
“Look me in the eye. Stop whining. Stop cheating. Fight fair.”
My arms are not open in surrender; Read more from here...
Cheap Tape
A single man knows a widow’s heart.
A whore’s broker reads another broker’s eyes.
Her withered character, her torn pussy-
she believes both can be patched
with the same cheap tape
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