tarquin says

i'm procrastinating on a paper and found this in my notes, like a fragment in a dream, or a crumb lodged in a book binding--i guess i wrote it, and seeing as i haven't written any poetry in months, thought i'd put it up here.


Tarquin says

Those Roman eyes
Became Lucretia's eyes
And everything I had done to Rome
everything I had done to Rome

came home.