I May After Leaving You Walk Quickly or Even Run
Rain fell in a post-romantic way.
Heads in the planets, toes tucked
under carpets, that’s how we got our bodies
through. The translator made the sign
for twenty horses backing away from
a lump of sugar. Yes, you.
When I said did you want me
I meant me in the general sense.
The drink we drank was cordial.
In a spoon, the ceiling fan whirled.
The Old World smoked in the fireplace.
Glum was the woman in the ostrich feather hat.
by Matthea Harvey
Heads in the planets, toes tucked
through. The translator made the sign
a lump of sugar. Yes, you.
I meant me in the general sense.
In a spoon, the ceiling fan whirled.
Glum was the woman in the ostrich feather hat.
by Matthea Harvey
You're a heroine, Juliet.
ReplyDeleteWe are all heroines in our own way, right?
DeleteThis post echoes my own mood today. "The Butterfly" would have been 12 years old today.
ReplyDeleteWarm embrace, Kathy.
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