Sunday, April 1, 2018

Kristen de Kline #194 You wake me up, early

you wake me up, early

and tell me that you dreamt of

Oxford Street, raining glitter

hungry jukeboxes,  gobbling up

Annie Lennox and Roy Orbison

a disappearing Chinese restaurant

and a Lazy Susan

you wake me up, early

your body is sugar-coated

by a trail of warm tears

and a line of stolen kisses

the taste of blood and salt

I've already left: gone girl gone

the fifth spice you can't recognise

you wake me up, early

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