ode to sylvia
Sunday, November 12th, 2006draft one
oh to photograph the spring,
and snap the cherry blossoms into
the parchment of my skirt.
but i’m not that girl.
apple tree lithographed, run it’s ink over me,
i’m not that girl anymore.
seagull swallowed who lives inside of me,
i’m not that girl anymore.
seashells to capture the sound of the sea,
i’m not that girl anymore.
purple iris become me, make […]