this was when we rented the castle.
I threw myself against the ramparts;
You threw yourself there, with me.
and all the incoming documents
piled to the rafters in pastel triplicate.
I sought your fairy tale aid
your help in sorting the lentils from
the gummed stars because our taskmasters
were fiercer than iron
than permafrost than pig iron
and us the ingots melted down, Lord my God.
we kept files
and sang four alphabets under our breath.
and waited for the four o; clock bus
the sanctity of a postage stamp size home,
and the dolls well fed.
mary angela douglas 27 april 2020
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