June Birth
January Adoption
Everyone is beautiful and wanted in the sweet berry of early summer.
Everyone is a frozen husk in the eye of winter. Something to be discarded, and picked up by someone poorer than he who tossed it.
So, I was picked up like crumpled, soggy lottery ticket. A tire-crushed hat. I was a perfectly good something, so you dusted me off and added me to the collection of perfectly good things that ought not be pitched aside.
But that just makes me one more spoon in the cart.
June Engagement
January Wedding
Everyone is beautiful and wanted in the sweet berry of early summer.
Everyone makes mistakes.
Really, it doesn't matter when.
Now, I put my time in a bottle of Gin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem