Photo by Zack Jarosz
I swear the worst sort of illness, is one you never quite recover from It lingers over tea,
overlong
Leaving damp hand towels on the bathroom floor, and a gaping hole where one's guts should be A disrespectful guest
A vagabond salt seller Door to door, with trinkets and buttons Just to send one to their bed to swoon
and suffer
Oh, but through the years, I have learned to sew, and a million matronly things to do nibble at my day
Yet my mind, is still... Minitroubadoura 2019 (uj)
I swear the worst sort of illness, is one you never quite recover from It lingers over tea,
overlong
Leaving damp hand towels on the bathroom floor, and a gaping hole where one's guts should be A disrespectful guest
A vagabond salt seller Door to door, with trinkets and buttons Just to send one to their bed to swoon
and suffer
Oh, but through the years, I have learned to sew, and a million matronly things to do nibble at my day
Yet my mind, is still... Minitroubadoura 2019 (uj)