Monday, July 22, 2013

Yet Another Promise

Angela's coming,
or so he said and I asked
why he thought of it
now, in the middle
of swabbing out the dungeon.
He eyed me like prey
or like predators
do, one or the other, with
perhaps some intent
I might not like much.
That's when I promised myself
I would stop asking.

July 22, 2013 2:04 PM

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