June 15
I sit all day in my chair, moving 8 feet to my bed at night, and 8 feet from it to my chair in the morning—and wait. The assignation is certain. “Life is a coquetry with Death that wearies me / Too sure of the amour.”
June 15
I sit all day in my chair, moving 8 feet to my bed at night, and 8 feet from it to my chair in the morning—and wait. The assignation is certain. “Life is a coquetry with Death that wearies me / Too sure of the amour.”