"Night Ghazal"
All over. Wish I had never written. Tell no one.
—E.M. Forster, Howards End
All over. Wish I had never written. Tell no one.
Many things are best understood by no one.
They have eaten parts of you, and smoothed you over
With glaze of spun cream. Tell no one.
He sends her clods of earth from different countries.
She buries them in her garden. Tell no one.
She takes her silk dress off, swims the lake,
Keeps going. Will not be back. Tell no one.
We meet at the exact spot where the war ended,
Exchange small tokens. Part. Tell no one.
Two girls and a boy saw you later that night.
They've secrets of their own. They will tell no one.
It's best to assume Tad Richards never wrote this,
But if not, who? You know. Tell no one.
—Tad Richards
Swear I won't!
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