No Katherine Thinkings and poems April 16, 2022 1 Minute My sister’s face was black with rage I did not wish to be engaged I asked if she’d like some tea? I had hoped to be scotfree Share this: Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email TweetShare on TumblrMorePocket Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like Loading... Related Published by Katherine Poetry writer and author View all posts by Katherine Published April 16, 2022