To Rupi Kaur
The poem you just posted on Instagram
Is a dead mouse.
I pull it by its tail, watch its dilated eyes,
Tap it, pound it, as if to stir its remaining life,
And whisper sweet nothings into its ears.
An unresponsive brown mass of hair,
I hurl it across the street, but like a boomerang
It comes back and hits me
On my face.
Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2019-01-16 at 13:21
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