Gypsy to Gypsy
for L. A.
Tired of hearing myself talk,
even prayers I say in worship
wear me out. Disgusted others leave.
Then a young woman rescues
Machado chained to a distillery
in slick magazines. She remembered.
Taking tea in this tiny room,
this square inch, I'll remain
as long as she'll have me.
Jim Bodeen
20 May 2019
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