Self-exile

I went among others to be mended. But their beautiful company

showed me an old bag— my ill condition. Nobody could make me desire to be.

I do not know the trick of trust.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 9 October 1661.

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

I went among

to be . But

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