7 December 2012
Dear, by Louise Millar
Dear, by Louise Millar (21)
Dear, i hope you are sitting with dissonant dolls and different
lovers in a bitter circle contemplating colour & constellation
i hope you’ll walk out with a plate of apple skins and
tell me no it is a fire, i hope you
are taking your meds
i hope you are copying clouds, tangling your
limbs with paranoid inmates in an aging sky
if you have fooled them all, stay with your indeterminate
ghosts; handling giant bones on a quiet
blanket, using shattered window panes
as plates
& darling i hope you will spill backwards into black porcelain cups & lie
sideways with your devils