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The Goose Girl
Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Bruises
I wake to purple postcards
marking the landscape
the rolling hillside
towards the cheek
where last night a river ran
straight through my legs
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The Goose Girl
Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.
The Goose Girl
The Goose Girl
Telling my troubles to the horses head and whispering them to the stove.
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If you are eavesdropping by the iron stove
or standing in the shadows near Falada's severed head,
if you are reading these words
please leave a comment now and then.
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