NetflixA Poem by Perry
I watched my grandmother die one night--
just a little, but not for Chaplin, the old boot. It was late. The dour announcement Appeared on a flickering Tube. It was Marilyn they’d pissed on. Antonia let go of something then. Her hope, I think. © 2025 Perry |
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