Modern Girl

Motherhood in the age
of fear

no, not unless all the people
in the world
disappear

noble man
poems
without titles

Bob stood at the typewriter
in the corner of his room,
drinking red wine
and smoking
and tapping away
relentlessly
for hours

the collapsed cores
left behind
by the final explosion
of dying stars

I try to be
a cool girl

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