Props to JB for the info on In the Realms of the Unreal and the Ashbery connection.
As for yesterday: I've written you a note under the puddles. The posies still recall your voice on the phone. Your erased call-log is the only amnesia. Be the careful dweller amongst tyrants and spies. Her name sounds like a sigh in the pantry and ends with a threat. What music she carries, she carries away. Her dance step is the break and enter. I leave you a poppy, a tulip, alone.
In honor of Lesley & Hannah's Youtube treatment of my girls and their lives after death.
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