Twitch
The night sprayed tulips beside
streets sudden like a twitch
is treacherous.
Almost nothing envies
yesterday, but the chicken.
from pages 46-47 of The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood (First Anchor Books, 1998).
The night sprayed tulips beside
streets sudden like a twitch
is treacherous.
Almost nothing envies
yesterday, but the chicken.
from pages 46-47 of The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood (First Anchor Books, 1998).