Banshee
By bosch
Fri, 16 Feb 2018
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Reading my poems in London.
A woman in a dark cowl
the front row. I'm sharing
words that are colors, feelings,
like mescaline, The reading
is ending, K. says
I've initialed 50 books
in your stead,
apologize that they aren't
personalized, and give them
those. She's humming
Wuthering Heights,
taking my hand, saying let's
get something to eat.
She's thinking, after a little
sustenance,
I want you to love me.
kate bush
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