Why a Child Asks too Many Whys
We have the language on our side
Millions of syllables
A six year old girl walks
on the street of Bangkok
She asks a cruel male foreigner,
“Yum yum for ten…?”
Sad.
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
We have the language on our side
Millions of syllables
A six year old girl walks
on the street of Bangkok
She asks a cruel male foreigner,
“Yum yum for ten…?”
Sad.