Clerics

To be the perfect woman for a poet, 
a cold-brick romantic in a flapper dress!  
I've started eating butter without bread.    

Justine! Lifeless and exquisite, teach me how to be a goddess. 
Godless, I would collar my little men clerics 
as they knelt, pontificating their sadness to my satisfaction.  
 

Yellow Sweater

WA

YWP Alumni Advisor

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