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


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