Three Bad Things In The Roll Poem by Joan Xie
Three Bad Things In The Roll
Annie' husband
Verizon
Prenuptial
Exhausting fume from subway
Like a ghost escaping from love chain
Then this plastic broken cup
Lying on the hard-cold pavement
Filled with half moon
Tell me what I ought not be sad
About this life
Or next life
Tell me I can breathe my father' call from underneath
If I'm standing there
On top of the grill
In still
In perfection
Of the city lights.
(2019-11-11)
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