On Being A Woman
Why is it, when I am in Rome
I'd give an eye to be at home,
but when on native earth I be,
My soul is sick for Italy?
And why with you, my love, my lord,
Am I spectacularly bored,
Yet do you up and leave me...
then I scream to have you back again?
Photography by Maxie
Dorthy Parker
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