Dorothy Parker's Opus Poem by William Cavanagh

Dorothy Parker's Opus



The silence of my inbox
Lights up a blackened room
I transpose poetic discourse
And image how hurt you be
Say you

I peruse the poet’s plight
And, as I favor who you be
Per se you ply a confessional style
Perchance we’re on the same page
Say I

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