
Never Again
I live and learn, and sometimes
I learn the hard way, like
I’ll never again
drink the water in Cartagena,
forget to put suncream
on the top of my feet,
order braised chicken feet,
allow myself near a bowl
of snake soup,
visit the poultry market
at WanChi market,
or never cry over spilt milk,
and I’ll never again feel
the warmth of your hand, or
its roughness against my own.
for Miz Quickly’s Never Again prompt
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