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.