You Can't Fool Me
Heather Molloy
As a raven to the seed in a vagrant's hand,
I come to you for love.
And just as his, your nails are full of grit and skin...
the encasing of my soul.
I'd entreat you to hold me once after this
manimalgrunthorrific experience,
but you see no purpose in it...
and that is what sickens me.
You are too blind...defeaned too,
by the moans and groans of wanderlust.
I see through your cheesecloth boasts and brags...
and know that you are truly just as lonely as I am.
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