“Justine, or The Misfortunes of Virtue” by Sa’ad M. Al-Obaidi

love charges fifteen for a dream:

when morning comes,
her dry eyes open like a plastic purse.

she slips love her last twenty,
waits for change.

-Sa’ad M. Al-Obaidi

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