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the houses of the poor…

… they creak and crack
with their crooked doors and
windows and their
sagging hallway floors

the kitchen sink
absorbs its contents
in an ancient crumbling
brownish film

you wish to bathe?
oh, we don’t bathe here
but if you wish you can pull the
filmy plastic curtains
take a cold shower
(landlord’s turned the heat off again)

when you’re clean we can
go for a night on the town
if we don’t eat lunch all week
we have seven dollars to spend

next week’s a holiday
one less day’s pay
have to tighten our belts

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Ana Daksina View All →

A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet

Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land

Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap

Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak

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