Good Bones
Maggie smith
life is short, though i keep this from my children.
life is short, and i've shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
i'll keep from my children. the world is at least
fifty percent terrible, and that's a conservative
estimate, though i keep this from my children.
for every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
for every loved child, a child broken, bagged,
sunk in a lake. life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though i keep this from my children. i am trying
to sell them the world. any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirs on
about good bones: this place could be beautiful,
right? you could make this place beautiful.
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