Only Instead of a Star

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after Mabel Evelyn Key

it must be very beautiful
the place i’d like to spend my life in

because loneliness
is my new summer rigour

is all my own work
is the prettiest i’ve ever had

because loneliness
is the common task

my only pal
i believe i’m getting morbid

i often did without
some things that happen

seeing things
is too much for my intelligence

everything seems very awful
quaint, pretty little thing

like other girls
i hope you never know

what it is to be lonely
and sad

all day & every day
cured of infatuation

not a soul remembered
my intelligence

This poem appeared in Roulade. 


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