my fall is your spring
your fortunes litter my way
with bitter bay leaf
someone had a notion to peregrinate
that someone got potted, got someone else laid
i faked a riveted smile then poked my nose
resolutely into my tummy button
the passersby took their morbid snapshots
each burst extracting the soul from time
still i did not change my compromised pose
i had no use for these silly social critiques
i took a pen and unbolted my daybook
i wrote this heading: “how i lost my summer”
buried myself alive under the rose
in hopes of rising from the grave by fall
A night builds own imperium.
A shadow steals my soul.
If my life is aimless delirium
Then death is a worthy goal.
An open window. Like drops of milk
These clouds in anthracite sky.
I finished a verse. I uncurtained silk.
I stepped on the sill. Good bye…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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