Foliage

I wear my sorrow trimmed with gold silk

like a worn-out wife forced to sneak like a beggar into bed

but it can cost a great deal just to die

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 31 October 1663.

Dave Bonta

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