What I didn’t do
I should’ve done,
and what I did do
I shouldn’t have,
and now I can’t
escape my own
history, a stench
like dead-flower
water in a vase.
A Magazine Of Fiction And Poetry
What I didn’t do
I should’ve done,
and what I did do
I shouldn’t have,
and now I can’t
escape my own
history, a stench
like dead-flower
water in a vase.