Friday, August 2, 2013

Today is Our Last Day All Together With the Kids...

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


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    1. We are all heroines in our own way, right?

  2. This post echoes my own mood today. "The Butterfly" would have been 12 years old today.