(This is from a new series “Songs About Women”)
First Song: B
Did glitch art
As university student she sat at feet of a professor who was for her, one part jesus, one part father figure. He was infallible in all things which upped her worth by acolyte association.
She mentioned a tome, one of the dead Roman’s that I am into, which he had turned her onto.
I had just finished writing an essay on translations. This was the worst translation, full of errors. Politely pointing this out caused discord in her established narrative.
A picture I found while pruning my papers of no longer necessary accumulation. the drawing from it to serve as a tombstone.
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