TWO POEMS
Jan 01, 2019
2 minutes
ELEANOR MARY BOUDREAU
The Heart Is Not a Synonym for the Chest
What you called a cloud was not a cloud. I am in hell here. Hell is a partywhere I don’t sing, and don’t dance, and someone turns to me and says, “Youare a very pretty girl. Don’t ever forget that.”
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