Ancient Readings
The girl who lives forever
Under the cassia tree,
Pet hare and toad on her knee,
Thinks, Why tell tales for humans?
They don’t need me. I’m so tired
Of trying to stay human
On this moon of make-believe
Where the stories exiled me,
So tired of talking to them
I can hardly imagine
Any longer in airless
Isolation over dawn.
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