Plastered Happiness,
The only nakedness we knew.
Umbrellas breaking, laughter
At the inquiring
Condemning faces.
The only freedom we were allowed.
When all that was certain
Was the question mark of adoption
And a photograph too many years old.
Umbrellas breaking, laughter
At the inquiring
Condemning faces.
The only freedom we were allowed.
When all that was certain
Was the question mark of adoption
And a photograph too many years old.