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…Baby Don’t Hurt me, No More!

by Johanna May




You define it,
act on it, harumph
It’s a verb. Wait—
It has a Saint,
chocolates, wines.
Someone pines,
or dines,
in the mean time
It’s a day hidden
to the un-it.
Some sell it,
placebo.
We don’t even know
it was the cure all along.

We do not understand
what being filled is,
if empty is the norm.

But such sweet nothing.

02/05/2025

Posted on 02/05/2025
Copyright © 2025 Johanna May

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