Episode 85: Poetry Reading

You can hear it, visually see it— the condiments. Do I think of you, lovely? I have borne those eyes— remembrance, before me and after. Such is pure, bridled lease to life. Scorch the earth, ray the earth— outstanding one. Such is the wish of gin: drink once—missed twice, faded by the third. “Sorry,” “worry”… but lip service— a jackal of no comfort, a cruel mistress. So please—keep worry, and shine for the third. Once upon… Another story is written... with me, the ever-enjoyable reader.Written by https://www.threads.com/@munyxs This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com