A perhaps-too-bitter little poem about fanciful giving.

If you had a million dollars to give away, who would you give it to? If all I had was mine to give away,I might give it. My choice,left with nothingTo be or not to be: being alone,Not having, might be solely my purposeWere life ever to be that abstract thingSuch questions tend to assume … More A perhaps-too-bitter little poem about fanciful giving.