A photo and A Poem

she was shaking off the cake’s crumbs
in front of your nose,
as with dew does a rose,
did she mean her importance?
did she mean my age?
did she mean I was nothing?
a transparent creation of the evolution?
she was rude-
she doesn’t know any better,
but, if she does,
she might have been very hungry:
her bile needed some sugar
to sweeten the sour she is generating.

– Ivan Petryshyn

girl at a table covered in crumbs

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