When did I become no one’s child?
the route home should take 20 minutes; 50 have passed
behind me, school girls with rain soaked raven hair
chatter away about the day’s nothing somethings
heavy eyelids collapse
I’m not going home, am I?
When did I become no one’s child?
the route home should take 20 minutes; 50 have passed
behind me, school girls with rain soaked raven hair
chatter away about the day’s nothing somethings
heavy eyelids collapse
I’m not going home, am I?
very moving