Classroom Segment Number 13

because everyone needs a good we’re reading Spicer and I haven’t spoken on direct love poem…

XIII.
i wanted the petal to fall on “he
loves me;” it always lands on “not.”
and never the kind you tie.
so his letters became the rope
with which i hung my pearls
and made jasmine leaves for tea.

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