You Are Happy
Margaret AtwoodQuotes
Die, they whisper, Die,
their eyes consuming
themselves like stars
Am I really immortal, does the sun care, when you leave will you give me back the words? Don't evade, don't pretend you won't leave after all: you leave in the story and the story is ruthless.
I did not say anything, I sat.
and watched, they happened
because I did not say anything.
Last year I abstained
this year I devour
without guilt
which is also an art
I became a winter coat the children
thought they saw on the street corner