Poem 4: Love Poem
Sleeping
with her
is like
sleeping
with a
witch's
broom.
Her eyes
have all the
emotion
of sandpaper.
When I kiss
her, it is like
kissing a mouse
trap which
has
been sprung.
(I still cannot
figure out
why I love her
more than
anything.)
źródło: The Edna Webster Collection of Undiscovered Writings
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tekst z archiwum "american dust" (brautiganarchives.xyz); z tomu "The Edna Webster Collection of Undiscovered Writings" (Houghton Mifflin, 1999)
14.06.2026