NATALIE SHAPERO
First of June
I keep getting older br> which I’m not entirely sure is a good idea
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I keep getting older br> which I’m not entirely sure is a good idea
There was no going forward, only going
back.
I know nothing about the history
of mirrors.
How is it that I work so hard to find elegance and taste?
It’s the color I notice
first.
in the garden,
memorizing root-verbs
I have spoken poorly of my father
No one watches when my lover
picks me up & carries me to a bench
How can I tell this barrel-chested jogger,
This charming intruder
I think my hands may fall off like peonies