A little late in the day, but certainly in before midnight declares it Tomorrow. For the time we have, a selection of poems from Vera Pavlova’s If There Is Something to Desire: 100 Poems.

9

I broke your heart.
Now barefoot I tread
on shards.

62

You are, my dear,
a wall of stone:
to sing or howl
behind,
to bash my head on.

63

A tentative bio:
caught fireflies,
read till dawn,
fell in love with weirdos,
cried buckets of tears
for reasons unknown,
birthed two daughters
by seven men.