
E.E. Cummings, from Etcetera, The Unpublished Poems (1983)
what I wanta know
is if the kid spent
six dollars,
two for the room and four for the girl
who was not quite
fourteen
until she smiled,
then centuries,
and was it six one-dollar bills,
meticulously counted out,
or perhaps just one
plus a fin?
Or maybe
the kid
had a ten
and the girl twice.
Well, whadayas ay, dear?
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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