1104: The Emperor

Feb 15, 2011 21:41

"The Emperor"
Matthew Rohrer

She sends me a text
she's coming home
the train emerges
from underground

I light the fire under
the pot, I pour her
a glass of wine
I fold a napkin under
a little fork

the wind blows the rain
into the windows
the emperor himself
is not this happy

thirty-two and a third times X three years

matthew rohrer

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