Thursday, June 7, 2018

Kristen de Kline #207 for my birthday

for my birthday
she sends me
a book of poems
about mad women
who talk to the dead
two empty wine glasses
wrapped in tissue-paper
the colour of violet skies
I can taste blood
lick your tears
I'm not young
anymore

4 comments:


  1. I hope those madwomen
    sat with you on the bed
    and together
    you turned
    those violet tears to wine


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    1. Hell yeah! Many tears turned to wine :)

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  2. but it's a divine madness
    this ageing thing

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