Eighteen year old enthusiast of art, books from the 60s, big cities, and candles. PrattMWP fall 2013.
Eyeless in the morning sun,
you were pale and mild,
a modern girl
Taken with thought, still prone to care;
Making tea in your underwear.
You went out in the yard to find
Something to eat
and clear your mind
Something bad inside me went away
you low animal
collect your novel petals for the stem
Melt and flow
Eviscerate your fragile frame
And spill it out in the ragged floor
A thousand different versions of yourself