I feel like a nightingale
like a curse
like a poet like a girl
like a Girl Poet cursed with
the liquiscent voice of a nightingale
I feel like a hamburger
like a traveler
like a prom queen
like a shooting match
Like a traveling prom queen
dressed in tweed and brogues
for a cozy, country-estate shooting match
I feel like a pincushion
like a jazz fan, a swimmer, a candy bar
I feel like a listener, like a crystal
like a languid cat listening to a crystalline,
aqua-blue jazz set
I feel like myself I feel
like myself I feel like my self
(c) 2014, by Hannah Six
No comments:
Post a Comment