Let’s not deal with reality for a second or, better yet, a lifetime: missed calls, unanswered messages, scrolling down on an iphone home screen to read a whatsapp message without showing the receipts, a bag full of unorganized receipts, four years worth of natural hair under arrest under a weave, swipt left, swipt right, swipe up for maybes, maybe I’ll write today, maybe I’ll be famous, maybe I’ll finish that report so that I can get paid, maybe I should be more money minded, maybe I should be making more money, maybe I should start something, what do I like to do? 12 more words
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The following lines are excerpted from “Huntsman, What Quary?” a poem written by Edna St. Vincent Millay in 1939.
Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour, 36 more words