SPOILT MILK
SPOILT MILK
POEM:
honey. my honey. poisonous wine. if I am spoilt, you are rotten. honey, mine. growing old. milk - growing mold.
the future is written, yet to be told.
dreaming of disappointment, disapproval,
disappearing. tasting the bitterness of the lime. oh, there it is. desultory sympathy for the doorstep child.
2024

Kimmie Casier
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