Thursday, July 5, 2018

The Surly One by Theodore Roethke

The Surly One

When true love broke my heart in half,
I took the whiskey from the shelf,
And told my neighbors when to laugh
I keep a dog, and bark myself.

Ghost cries out to ghost–
But whose afraid of that?
I feel those shadows most
That start from my own feet.


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