The Boy (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
It is the boy in me who's looking out the window, while someone across the street mends a pillowcase, clouds ...
It is the boy in me who's looking out the window, while someone across the street mends a pillowcase, clouds ...
Driving in town, between the drops of rain watch the people scurry, trudge, dash, between the buildings, hunker down at ...
Newpaper smeared on my face over and over, to get the right five o'clock shadow a ripped gray sweatshirt hair ...
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