Old News (poem)

Pull out the day-old lint from your pocket
and rip out the eyes from your heavy laden sockets.
There’s nothing you can do with that;
it’s the gray-old placenta of the past.
It’s dead and gone to rest.
It’s frail bones, even at its best.

– Brittany Rose

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