A Short Poem from Gospel of the Throwaway Daughter

by holdingbreathmemoir

This is one of the poems from my new book that was not previously published in a literary journal. Consider it a short advertisement, if you like. πŸ™‚

Memory

He said, I lay
in city silences too: city
of antiquated dreams.
To the blind world
they answered. Just a memory
of the kind of world you live in,
somewhere under that sky.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/150010759X

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