Short but good.
Old Maid Walking on a City Street
She had a way of walking through concupiscence
And past the graces her fingers never twirled:
Because her mind refused the heavy burden,
Her broad feet shovelled up the world.
~ by T. on December 30, 2005.
Posted in Angela Manalang-Gloria
"And what did you want? / To call myself beloved, to feel myself / beloved on the earth."