La lingua de Katia

La lingua de Katia The writings of a child from a thousand different parents

Tuesday, April 13, 2004

I need a title

Pale yellow lace…
Once a French Frock,
A petticoat tattered above,
Her scabs are knees
that catch on concrete.
She weeps out from her hole
but no one’s interested in the show.

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