U Can Linger, Kay, But It Leads To Yet Another Strand Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

Nothing good of it. If I oversmth with my former-and-only s.o., who will be laughed at? I take all shame at myself. If U guess I'm kiddin', then, I am not. It has taken place. Nothing is ahead. I was out of here yesterday, if U noticed. I need some exit. I am an adult and can't sit and wait. If you suppose I don't love U, UR mistaken, too. As one kiddish book reads, one can't win. Why to win? I'm preferred, so I am not offended. I am all aching from the passed night, and things go smooth. I needn't add anything to that. It ought to have occurred. You are further from me.