Matryoshka

| 22 November, 2015 | Poetry | No Comments

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I should have warned
you in the beginning:
I’m a matryoshka—
a series of hollow shells
ultimately leading to nothing.

(Go buy one of Ms. St. Clair’s books at her Lulu site.)

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