I say firmly,
I can start over again . . .
their doubt
creeps in with each bite
of a bitter melon
Atlas Poetica, 22, 2015
A Room of My Own: Bitter Sting Tanka
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Two Hundred and Thirty-Ninth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
the bitter sting
of late night black coffee ...
quarantined
for weeks without thoughts
of touc...
