morning after he died,
I stare at red willows
wonder why they’re so beautiful
*
already vanishing
this snow as it falls—
best start kissing now
*
this old idea—
I slipped it on like a silk dress
lined with glue
morning after he died,
I stare at red willows
wonder why they’re so beautiful
*
already vanishing
this snow as it falls—
best start kissing now
*
this old idea—
I slipped it on like a silk dress
lined with glue