I: LeAnna’s Pantoum#
These spun beginnings make our end,
Oh, LeAnna, of Anna’s Leigh,
When you come with grin and play pretend
The past is what we both agree.
Oh, LeAnna, of Anna’s Leigh,
Despite the many faults of mine,
The past is what we both agree
Once marks are made on dotted line.
Despite the many faults of mine,
I’ll try to love you just the same;
Once marks are made on dotted line
There’s no one left but you to blame.
I’ll try to love you just the same;
These spun beginnings make our end.
There’s no one left but you to blame,
When you come with grin and play pretend.
February 2025
Date |
Publication |
Status |
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March 27, 2025 |
Poetry Magazine |
Pending |