I gave it up for a song
A gesture towards blood
He lied for me
I lay like a girl in a film
Calm in the morning light
Moon skin and night between my thighs
Then,
Slinking around four days in his sweater
Flying down hills over rivers
Rhythm and open eyes
My mind full of what I’d gained
He made me tea to make up
For not meeting my gaze
Sunday planes and silence
Later,
Egrets circled my head
Messengers over the marsh
I still remember the feel of the drums
Thoughts straight lines and flesh
Connected
A normal girl
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