2
She came to inform me of robbers
as if I did not know
for I had walked by the
bookstores
with my cup of Sugarine
planning my next crime
she said she had followed
as I walked further
past the locals
waiting for Boori Ma
and the horses untethered
now it begins
"I have the power to
love"
I say
"and this is why you are
here, to collect something from me.
But this old rag is useless, save
for around animals,
on whose comfort I depend"
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