feels so strange. that you’re
going? that i’m going without a house
to wear.
open your sheepskin coat – quick! my young hands might
be the wind & you might read a verse to me during our final
tonight. oh Love! your bad obsession with cheap
salted snacks & my pitiful obsession with dancing women
it’s not summer anymore say goodbye to the calmness of a wall
striped linen suit with a red breast bow
stomped into greyish leaves. i (yr sunshine)
depart on an international flight my chore
today is sobbing i’m not writing ever
never again. it’s
impossible – how can i? after watching
the chapel of your back disappear into
an english street, how transparent you are
muscles stuck fast along
vertebrae like a line of red moaning chandeliers
…i’m leaving for years & years
concealing it for reasons of cupidity
wearing the marble you gifted me it’s a
glass smash rose, i’m writing this from
the aircraft i can see the
italian alps like potato
open your hand & show me how
full I think it may be enormous while
I fly in a veil of empty fingers.
.
Blossom Hibbert
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