Friday the thirteenth #poem #poetry — Short Prose

don’t wait for me
please find another lover
I’m riding camels with the Bedouins
I’ll enter Alexandria by morning
the day Mark Anthony committed suicide
don’t wait for me
please find another lover
I’m in the Île de la Cité
on Friday the thirteenth
the Friday which forever will be feared
the smell of burning flesh is choking me
the Knights Templar are shedding…

Friday the thirteenth #poem #poetry — Short Prose

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