figments
What trippers surround me, barrio boy from the Rio, In search of Moses’ inch-long horns off Tiber’s shores? Corollas and cobblestone and construction outside four foot fence, Saint…
(The doors of the house open, to show Orestes standing over the bodies of Clytemnestra and Aegisthus, while attendants display the net-like garment in which Clytemnestra had entangled…
Oh Mummy, bound in tired, Lavish papyrus, Glorified mummy Upon your shroud, Forgive your descendants, More learned than devoted, For such mistreatment Of your frail figure.
come in! take a seat! so glad to meet you— yes, down to business. here’s what we do. you surely know it’s long been thought by those who…
There is a string round my smallest finger, red as blood, thin as a hair and tied with a lopsided bow. One of the ends trails away off…
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