Melusina After Tea
False memories make a mockery of the citadel
Dreams vibrating through bone like breath
When the air is still, absent
My husband –
I lay back in my bath
Selene split in half and lidded constellations
I dissolve and shall not remember
The ravens return on Saturdays
Flocking round my vanity
Stealing my long hair for their nests
High in trees bereft of name
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