While I Work

Hope
she travels
on the breeze
hisses promise
in my ear
steals and mingles
with my breath
briefly dries
my tears and sweat
makes me want
her lies to last
as she brushes
past

-a.r.

Sir George Clausen The Girl At the Gate
The Girl at the Gate, by Sir George Clausen

~ by April on June 2, 2016.

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2 Responses to “While I Work”

  1. I think she might be thinking, “you know, fuck this; I’m out.” Or is it just me?

    Glenn Wallis's avatar Glenn Wallis said this on June 2, 2016 at 1:02 pm | Reply

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