Sunday, 2 May 2021

re-collecting with my friend ann

 re-collecting with my friend ann 


the full cup of memory often spills splashes 

those red-warm stains never fade

do they helen 

we look at them and sip the old days

when i also had a full indian headdress

the baby guiniepigs ran brown from birth 

and the trees reached into the skies of our undoing

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