Not a Living Thing (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 10 Mar 2020 in Art, Poems

    Not a Living Thing   Now you believe it, repeat it But cautious, or not cautious…either Cross what might be judgment in a mind so possessed with Fear of Daddy and a dog’s hierarchy, severed by sex You’d like, with a laugh, your grimace of apology Which has never been that To be […]