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How to Mark this Day

by Johanna May

You slap it.
Imprint on its still crying cheeks
the hands of time
and be repentant
right after
saying, the moon
will be here soon,
you can go home
to yesterday
my dear.
And barely contain your impatience,
blurting out, for christ’s sake
stay there.

01/31/2013

Posted on 02/01/2013
Copyright © 2025 Johanna May

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