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Prick Your Fingers On the Thorns

Poem by: Marie Therese Lawlor

You must not be afraid of the rose’s thorns
Let it prick your fingers
Feel that tinge of prickly jealousy well up in your chest
Because that helps you learn how much you love the rose
The beautiful white rose, thorns and all

 

 

He.

He has coffee.
He has unlimited beer.
He has cigarettes.
He…
You can keep your prince.
I’ll have chimichanga.