CarrollBlog 9.22

BADLY CHOSEN LOVER

Criminal, you took a great piece of my life,

And you took it under false pretenses,

That piece of time

— In the clear muscles of my brain

I have the lens and jug of it!

Books, thoughts, meals, days, and houses,

Half Europe, spent like a coarse banknote,

You took it — leaving mud and cabbage stumps.

And, Criminal, I damn you for it (very softly).

My spirit broke her fast on you. And, Turk,

You fed her with the breath of your neck

— In my brain's clear retina

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