"This is just to say
I have turned into pigs
the men
that were on
my island
and which
you were probably
saving
to row you to Ithaca
Forgive me
they were disgusting
so male
and so disrespectful."
—Marie Phillips via
Bitterness would be nothing without the conceit of its reasons. Unfortunately they exist. But not as reasons for bitterness.
The roadside lined with ragweed.
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