If Poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska

If



If your shirt has no button

and your trousers are roughen,

if your jacket is so crushed

and your carpet needs a brush,

if you can’t find a clotheshorse

and all the time curse

There is only one way out:

to marry or divorce.



Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)

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