April 1.
Maybe I didn't listen hard enough
O woe rule water rises
(and won't stop)
she drove away forgot
shoe dangled
on the brake
O woe no molasses
dignity still
sometimes she answered
O woe dervish horse brain
the girl alone ghost telephone
rang was she calling me from her bed
O woe alone in her bed
the phone rang
don’t let me go tonight
she said
O woe don't let me go
posted by Radish King at 1:48 PM
3 Comments:
Your words swim with sorrow and static.
"...shoe dangled on the brake"
I might be writing about the girl over and over this year. It’s too early to tell. Thank you for being here Mary.
Thank you for being here Rebecca.
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