unfinished
can we have a bit of hush
for an unknown ache
and other fables;
one girl asking
permission for a hair cut,
packing her horse into a suitcase,
name stitched into
everything she owns
preparing to be a
ghost this evening;
one girl a guerilla
only held up by bows
on her shoes,
apologising in her sleep
and strung
like too-early
christmas lights.
Tuesday, September 4
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